New Year’s eve at Nietzsche’s – eternal recurrence, right? Same as every year, a party with a life of its own. Even that time he was in Morocco everybody came to his house anyway, parking on the lawn, getting wasted in their cars and honking their horns at midnight.
Same slowly revolving cast of characters, too, with few significant additions or subtractions. These days there’s more champagne and wine than beer and peppermint schnapps, not to mention fewer drugs, but still that ever present blue haze hangs, fuzzing the boundary between the years – so are we teenagers acting like grown ups, or grown ups acting like teenagers , who knows? Probably both.
They’re all here or have been or will be – even the people who left town are back visiting family. Of course I don’t see Virginia when I walk in. It’s like clockwork, either she’s gone by the time I get somewhere or she arrives right after I take off – good timing was never our strong suit – just as well, as we broke up at this very party – what? can it be? – five years ago, but I still can’t say I much enjoy the sight of her walking off with another guy. If she’s out of here already the lucky one must have been quite the catch, that law school lad home for the holidays, perhaps. Have fun, kids!