January 7th 2016
Story originally written and experienced: December 30th 2015 – January 3rd 2016
This is the story of 17 people gone mad.
Once upon a time,
There was a rogue human named Olive:
Who moved to New York City, and spent every year for the last
Hosting one hell of a New Year’s Eve party for the very best people she knew—these people deriving from college, music festivals, back allies and beyond.
This year was the 5th, and she had a an entirely new set of adventures in store, set to span over 4 ridiculous days.
The general goal being to have a damn good time…but also, top last year’s endeavors of surprise limo rides:
And doing gang-like things on epic rooftops:
“So what now?” she thought months beforehand, persistently planning and letting curiosity take its course.
And after extensive brainstorming, note taking and deliberating, she figured it out! And mocked up a non-intense color-coded itinerary to send to the masses:
And that’s where the story really begins.
Chapter 1: The Night Of Saucy Behavior
Everyone had arrived.
And the first and most important item on the agenda.
Was to feed them all.
Cue the reservation made weeks in advance.
At a fantastic little Italian place in the Lower East Side appropriately called:
The private room was all ours—which was a bold, bold move for the restaurant to agree to.
We ran around a lot, yelled a lot…and forwent cups for every almost every single bottle of wine…a lot.
Additionally, naming each other animal names…and chanting incessantly for every table to hear:
Things escalated quickly.
Next thing I knew I was the table
And photos were taken:
And cake was delivered:
And right after that.
Only because we were ready to dance elsewhere.
And most importantly.
Circa 4 AM at the acclaimed taco truck on 2nd Street & Ave A.
So acclaimed, it took 45 minutes for us to get tacos, prompting some of us to get snacks at the deli across the street to eat…while we waited…for more food.
While others non-stealthily waited around the corner until our taquitos were done.
Alas, our mission was completed. And we trekked back home and fell right asleep—fed, full and ready for bed.
And even more ready for Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Boy Bands And Batshit Behavior
We woke up slow.
R e a l l y. S l o w.
It was officially the last day of 2015.
And we didn’t really have any plans.
A big brunch complete with bewildering activities:
(Where we hijaked playgrounds for impromptu photo shoots for our boy band album cover)
Squeezing out the last few hours out of the year with a hefty pre-game featuring a special (and drunk) performance of a Game Of Thrones monologue:
And post-gamed with:
We were dressed to the nines and ready to be unruly.
And prepared to greet midnight at a small dive bar called Gotham Hall.
And that’s where behavior got bat shit.
Only because of the dancing.
Lots of it.
And then some more.
And then things got blurry.
And the next thing we knew we were chanting.
Which officially marked the end of one chapter. And the start of a new.
Chapter 3: Breakfast Nachos & A Magician
We woke up thirsty.
And needed a quick fix.
2016 started out with a hell of cheers, all thanks to a boozy brunch scheduled at Randolph Beer.
At 2 PM.
I liked this place because of their breakfast nachos.
And also their tagline.
Brunch punch was a flowin.
And secrets were a goin.
And while we’re talking about secrets.
I had one in store.
Remember the magician?
The one who’s shown up
Miraculous times in my life?
Well. There we were. Post brunch at a bar.
Doing bar things.
And neither did my friends know.
But he was secretly on his way.
Standing true to his tradition of surprising them with magic shows at the times they’d least expect.
He was a hit. As usual.
And from sunrise to sundown it was a complete whirlwind of nachos, magicians and brilliantly-large Bloody Marys—making it all the more bittersweet to prepare for…
Chapter 4: The Surprise Ending
They had no idea it was coming.
And that’s the way I liked it.
Every year I’d plan something ludicrous and top secret to surprise these party people with.
And this year I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
Eight months before they even showed up.
I ran my idea by my sister. And she was entirely on board.
Even helped with the extensive research.
And that’s when we found them.
Fast forward eight months later and >>
I took my friends on two trains, ten blocks and into a tunnel below Grand Central Station.
And that’s when I finally told them:
“So for this year’s surprise, I had an idea of what I wanted to do…but no idea how I would pull it off. But. With a little research and a lot of money (thank you for your blind donations) I found the best in the business and hired two of the top mixologists in New York City from Liquid Lab who are going to give us a three hour interactive mixology course in this restaurant we rented out in its entirety.”
I think they liked it.
And suddenly we saw the door op en from the restaurant, followed by a warm welcome from one of the mixologists and an invitation to come right inside.
And then we saw what dreams are made of.
A full bar to ourselves, complete with stations of drink supplies and stacks of the finest liquor placed directly in front of the faces.
Cocktail concoctions in our future.
All created by us after we were instructed to shake:
The Corpse Reviver
The Angry Apple Margarita
A Classic Old Fashioned
And everyone’s resounding favorite
The Tomato Basil Martini
But that’s not all.
“You guys ready for a little competition?” The mixologists asked.
They separated us into five groups and we all prepared for battle.
15 minutes on the clock to concoct an original cocktail with a name worthy of putting on a menu and a garnish to impress. And they would be the judge.
I’ll level with you.
My group got dead last.
The Dirty Sanchez Martini
Designed to be reminiscent of salsa + titos vodka + olive juice
It was far from terrible.
Maybe not as good as the rest.
In 4th place?
The Great White Buffalo
Made with Buffalo Trace Bourbon and a floating apple slice representative of a Great White Shark:
THE MUDDLE F*CKERS
OF THE COCKTAIL CONCOCTION COMPETITION WAS:
Berry In Black
Needless to say, the judges were a fan:
So much so they even took a photo with the winners:
And then eventually of all of us too:
Satisfied, quite drunk and very happy.
We did what we always do.
Said our thank yous.
And danced our way from one shenanigan to the next:
That shenanigan being spicy lamb noodles.
And singing sessions at Jordan’s place:
In the end, this mad group of 17 brought it down at one more bar, denied the end,
And brought year 5’s adventures to a close by bundling up in a bed that was far too small for them, and snoozing happily ever after:
Until they fell out of it:
Happy New Year! To everyone and anyone that helped me make 2015 and overall awesome as it was. There were ups and there were downs. But most importantly, there were you guys.
Big shout out to Silvia, Jared, Kelly, Brandon, Al, Emilie, Lark, Drew, Matt, Megan, Courtney, Kurt, Jordan, Chelsea, Dan, Tara and Alanna, starting off 2016 wouldn’t have been the same without any one of you.