We decided that we would start figuring out actual tour dates after the new year started. That meant Christmas and New Years Eve were free to spend them however we wanted to. I decided to stay in New York, since my parents were taking a cruise to Jamaica for the holidays. So me and Eric were left to have a merry Christmas, just the two of us.
Just after the 25th, Max told us about his annual holiday bash. He invited almost everyone he worked with, and rented out a club in Times Square. Max really wanted Eric, Liz, the band, and I to come. He always tried to have his old and new friends and co-workers attend the party. Eric and I said that we wouldn't miss it for the world.
Even with winter break, and no work ahead for me, I was still overwhelmed. There was still a lot to worry about, and I felt like it was my job to worry, because Eric's care-free butt certainly wouldn't be worried about anything. I was grateful that I had this part to look forward to. I was anxious to kick back and not worry or think about all the stuff happening around me.
On the evening of the 28th, Eric and I hopped into a limo and headed for the huge bash. I wore a sparkly, embroidered maroon tank top with a low back, thin straps, and tight, slightly flared leather pants. Eric sported a phat polyester red shirt, and black pants. We both were doused in glitter and ready to kick it as the "new kids" at the party.
My hopes were high that something BIG would happen that night. Maybe a little to high... I had had 5 shots of tequila when I entered the glitzy club.
