New Yorkers aren't rude, Tourists are slow.

Heh. After a week using the Tube in London, DH and I were dodging tourists like natives. The weeks studying the tube lines on their website so we knew how to get to all our planned destinations payed off, big time.

When was the last time you had fun on New Year's Eve?

Does being asleep count as fun?

I'm not a NYE person. Comes from growing up in Pasadena, I guess.

I grew up cursing the Damn Students every fall when the new groups showed up to wander four abreast through my grocery store, so I was well primed to curse the Damn Tourists who meander in front of me every day here. I've decided that walking slow isn't so bad, but the meandering KILLS ME. You can't get by them!

Ugh. Biggest peeve for me is the five or so asswipes who charge into the subway car as soon as the doors open.

The people on the train get to leave, and THEN you can enter. Jerks.

See also: Elevators

Or people who stand at the bottom (or top) of the escalator, trying to get their bearings. We get to push those people down and trample them, right? That's the law, right?

I hate the people who try to enter the subway first, and then act all indignant when other people bump into them, as if the other people were the ones being rude.

The people on the train get to leave, and THEN you can enter. Jerks.

See also: Elevators

Or people who stand at the bottom (or top) of the escalator, trying to get their bearings. We get to push those people down and trample them, right? That's the law, right?

Yes. Yes it is. And even if it isn't, I'm quite sure no jury would convict.

Stand right, walk left, dammit!

Going to busy public places with the parents involves much herding. Mom isn't so bad unless she gets distracted by something, but dad has a peculiar talent at being That Obstacle. He's always been fairly unaware of the space he occupies, and that's only gotten worse as he's gotten older.

I bet Daisy Jane is a karaoke queen too.

I'm not great at it, but if it's Peggy Lee, I'll do it. Mr. Jane does Sex Machine.

Last year's NYE was ok. Whatever year it was I wore my silver dress was probably the last time I had a rockin' time. My most memorable NYE was in 2001, I think, when I was coming back to Dallas from Louisiana. An ex I used to be friends with was driving, and we gave a ride to another friend. It started snowing heavily and the ride took us 9 hours (normally it's 2 and a half). We saw 18 wheelers being hauled by pickup trucks, people sliding off the road all over the place. At one point I had to get out of the car and tell the ex which way the tires were pointed.

We kept stopping so the ex could relax and smoke a cigarette. At one spot, other friend bought a bottle of champagne so we could toast even if we were stuck in the car. There was a newspaper somewhere with the above the fold headlines "Blizzards strike" "So much for the grapevine." (The Grapevine is the name of Mr. Jane's bar) and "It's all about the timing." We saw it as a sign.

When we were just outside of town we got stuck in a standstill, friend in the backseat was still in Mesquite. She came and joined us upfront so she could be in Dallas.

We finally made it up to the bar before midnight. Just thrilled to death to be there. I can't remember if that was the same year I met Honey the hooker at the hotel.

I think my favorite NYE was the one I got to spend in Singapore.