The first weeks of 2003 are a blur to me. We didn’t stop partying for quite a few weeks.
This was a party invite typical of the time because not everybody was using Evite yet:
A VERY happy new year to all of you, and here’s to hoping that all ya’ll have frighteningly fine 2003s.
This here’s to let you know that there will be a party at my house on Friday night, JANUARY 3rd, 2003. this party is primarily to celebrate the birthday of my roommate St. Matthew Arnone, whom some of you may know, but it is also Tim “Rex” James’ day d’naissance & if neither of those events tickles your fancy, it’s strategically planned for three days AFTER the inevitable New Year’s Eve hangover has dissipated into the realm of already-forgotten “I’ll never drink again” promises.
The party will be at my house:
and start, you know, at night.
It’s somewhat BYOB: we’ll have a little, but we’re all pretty poor. The other essential piece of information for you to know is: it’s in theory a formal party, so put a tie/dress/your personal notion of “formal” on and prepare to launch inebriation.
RSVP if you care to, and bring WHOMEVER. This is short notice, so I’ve no idea what sort of posse might be rounded, but it’s destined to be a good time so
in any case, here’s hoping ya’ll are feeling hale, and keep in touch!
I wrote this on January 4th, 2003:
“Last night at Brandon’s party, I danced w/a beautiful woman in a black slip dress that draped wonderfully over her perfect hourglass body. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes locked with hers, and without ever speaking a word, or even knowing her name, soon we were dancing with each other. Her body molded itself into my legs & torso and we moved together joined that way for quite some time.”
“Her name is Tasha and she was a professional dancer for 4 years. She danced as a ballerina in the San Francisco ballet. She injured herself and hasn’t danced for a few years. Her favorite ballet is Profokiev’s Romeo & Juliet. She belted out the music for the entry of the knights for me. I tossed and turned in my bed last night. I woke up in the middle of the night… Her presence at the party was like some sort of grace, a gift… Her look was passionate, fierce, and sure of itself…”
I never saw her again. I kicked myself for not getting her contact info. I asked everywhere about her.
For the rest of January, I went on a bunch of random dates. It felt like people were just going out in January for the sake of not being alone in February.