January 1, 2017

Happy New Year's Day — pre-dawn, quiet-house looking back on New Year's Eve.

Some of you spent at least some of the annual-nonsense evening at this blog's New Year's Eve post. I'm up working on what I can't really properly tag written strangely early in the morning. It's just not strange for me to be writing early in the morning. Maybe there are some topics that are strange to blog early in the morning, but the comments that arrived while I was sleeping isn't one of them.

MadAsHell said:
Haven't you used this video....er, pardon me....movie in an earlier post?? 
Yes, here. Back when I was editing home movies and posting them as I made them. But I never put this up on actual New Year's Eve before.

Charlie Currie said:
Wait, these are my family home movies...ha...I really need to work on getting mine digitized.
It's easy to get them digitized. I was happy with Legacy Box. The hard part is figuring out what belongs in a watchable edit and not getting distracted by thoughts about how they should have used the camera. It's pointless to say hold the camera steady, pan slowly, and stop showing people opening Christmas presents.

EDH said:
Did any children coincidentally arrive 9 months after that hootenanny?
My parents already had their 3 children, 2 of whom you see in bed in the beginning of the clip. As for "hootenanny," I'm sure the music was not folk. I'm guessing, since it was danceable, it was some kind of big band jazz or Latin music.

BJM said:
Great video Althouse! My folks had a Tiki party room with bamboo furniture, jungle floral drapes, a palm thatched roof over the bar and a pair of red & white conga drums ala Ricky Ricardo... corny as all get out now... but it was magical to an eight yr old creeping down the stairs in the dark to watch a very similar scene of merry making on New Year's Eve 1954.
Yes, everybody loved Ricky back then.



Lucy always wanted to get into his act, and she embodied all of America's desire to get up and dance. Americans really wanted to be happy.

rhhardin said:
Traditionally, I just go to bed on new year's eve and the dog wakes me up at midnight when the rural gunfire starts outside.
At 9:31 PM, Peg said:
I'm sitting here reading Ann's blog. You can imagine how thrilling my evening is! ;)
I outdid you by being asleep.

Earnest Prole said:
If I recall from years ago, it's your mother sitting in someone's lap showing off her garter -- remind us of the story.
I had to edit something out of that part of the video. But there's no "story" to tell. I don't know who the man is.

robother said:
God, the memories! Even in the mid sixties, girls had garters holding up nylons, the flash of which was an instant turn-on. Pantyhose didn't off[er] anywhere near the titillation, and presented whole different logistical issues in seduction by dashboard light.
If only you knew the struggle in the sliver of time when miniskirts overlapped with wearing stockings and garters. Stockings had a dark band at the top, and, when sitting, you had to take care not to let your "stocking tops" show.

Andy Cunningham said:
I like how everyone used to look so nice. Back when, men wore suits, ties, hats and pocket squares even while robbing a bank. People dressed up for meals. Singers and comedians dressed up. You could often discern a man's job since it came with a uniform (and hat). Now with the 60's riff raff running things we are all under-dressed even to paint a garage.
Here's a 39-second edit I made of home-movie clips of my father. Check out — at 6 seconds — what he wore to install patio bricks.

Big Mike said:
Happy New Year to Professor Althouse and the irrefutable Meade.
Irrefutable?! I'm going to use that.

Sane_voter said:
2016 ended wonderfully with Mariah Carey's epic fail live on ABC just before the ball drop....
Ah, yes. A bad start for the year for Mariah Carey....

But what are you going to do? Shit happens.

45 comments:

Laslo Spatula said...

This is the Best Morning of the Year to position yourself in an appropriate area and watch the veritable parade of Walk of Shame.

Disheveled hair and fancy dresses, tottering on high heels on the sidewalk, still wobbly from the booze.

The smarter ones brought sunglasses the night before for such an occasion; the others keep their eyes pinned resolutely downward.

Sporadic smeared make-up.

Probably a lot of New Year's Resolutions in their formative stages.

A certain nervousness to the face implies a condom probably wasn't used.

They all get annoyed when you take their picture.

I am Laslo.

rehajm said...

Today Americans reallly want to be Ricky Ricardo happy too. Even the miserable ones.

Happy New Year!

rehajm said...

Poor Mariah. Right out of the gate.

PB said...

My dad wore the same sort of work clothes on weekends. I think it's the shirt that stands out today as t-shirts and sweatshirts are the home-work costume today.

David Begley said...

From the video last night, doesn't Ann look like her mother?

In other news, the Nebraska football coach was quoted in the paper using a triple negative. I have never seen that.

madAsHell said...

Haven't you used this video....er, pardon me....movie in an earlier post??

rcocean?? arrrggghhh......what am I??.....chopped liver?

PB said...

Ricky never lip-sync'ed.

Ann Althouse said...

No wonder you are Mad as Hell.

Fixed. Sorry.

rehajm said...

Rucee if ya dun stop crine I'm going over to da murcess!

-thread appropriate Trump tweet to lefties.

Ann Althouse said...

And I had to make a new tag to front-page rcocean. I already had a madAsHell tag!

Normalcy returned.

My first mistake of 2017!

Laslo Spatula said...

Amanda’s Friend Tells her New Year’s Eve Story…

I can’t believe that I did that.

I went to the club with my girlfriend Amanda, and we looked HOT: I had a thigh-high glittery metallic blue dress and classy four-inch black heels. The music was pumping and I just started off with a few Lemon Drops, nothing too hard…

Amanda and I danced together to start: guys LOVE when chicks dance together, and Amanda put on the Show like she always does — lots of knee bends, the occasional grind on my thigh and that Face Thing she does that she must practice in the mirror…

A couple of guys bought us tequila shots when we got back to the bar: I remember those. The Party was really kicking into gear, and the guys were OK, for starter guys: we’d look for better guys, later…

Someone bought a round of Jager for the bar, so we had that, even though I’m not really a fan of Jager. Amanda started talking to another guy, and he kept putting his hand on her back, and she would shimmy away from it, but playful: you don’t want to commit, one way or the other, when the Night is young…

We had some more drinks with some German guys: they were cute, but I really couldn’t understand much of what they were saying, the accents were tough when the music was so loud, but it made it like we were in some kind of movie…

At some point I lost track of Amanda; she usually slipped away during an evening out: some guy probably had some coke would be my guess…

After that I kinda lost track of time. Things were streaky and. blurry, but in a Party Way, and it is easy to get lost in the moment. I do remember talking to some guy who bought me a Jello Shot, but I don’t know if I ever got his name…

I do remember Trevor: he was the guy who kissed me when it turned midnight. I didn’t plan on kissing him, but he was there when the Time came, so I went with it…

I texted Amanda, but I didn’t get a reply: she was no doubt doing something where a phone is not a priority…

I remember going out and trying to hail a cab, but everyone in Seattle was trying to hail a cab, so I started to walk home. It was cold, but I still felt warm from the alcohol. I only got a block when Trevor pulled up in his Audi. He offered to drive me home, and I got in the car, but the next thing I remember is waking up in Trevor’s apartment and I couldn’t find my panties…

I HATE this part. I quietly got dressed, grabbed my purse, then went down to the lobby where the Lobby Guy smiled at me. Fucker: like you’re one to judge…

There were no Cabs around and I couldn’t find my phone to get an Uber, so I started walking. Yeah: there were stares, and smiles. Yeah, I fucked a guy last night: what were you doing, jerking off to internet porn…?

Anyway, I figured I only sucked Trevor’s cock: my ass didn’t hurt, and I figure he never discovered I was a transvestite because the only other thing he could’ve done was fuck me in the ass…

Maybe I’ll email a picture of my cock to Trevor later in the day: finding out that it was a guy who sucked his cock — that would start his New Year off right…!

I am Laslo

Curious George said...

"David Begley said...
From the video last night, doesn't Ann look like her mother?

In other news, the Nebraska football coach was quoted in the paper using a triple negative. I have never seen that."

SHe supposed to. Genes and all. And I believe it was OSU's Urban Meyer who used the triple negative:

"

tcrosse said...

Laslo, you got a lot of splaining to do.

Michael K said...

Happy New Year, Laslo. Good one.

I have a lot of home movies going back to when I was 9 years old. My father was an early adopter. I have them all on DVD.

I showed them to my mother about 30 years ago when I had a projector that would also record on another track. I have that version with her pointing out all the names of people I did not remember.

EDH said...

The first Althouse post of the year written mostly in the style of "Answers to Interrogatories Propounded by the Plaintiff."

And I just got kicked-off by Facebook for not being a real person.

Who is Facebook to say what my real name is in the absence of fraud?


Tank said...


David Begley said...

..

In other news, the Nebraska football coach was quoted in the paper using a triple negative. I have never seen that.


This happens fairly frequently in court with inexperienced lawyers trying to cross examine the way it looks on TV. Usually ends up with everyone saying the equivalent of WTF.

rehajm said...

Laslo, you got a lot of splaining to do.

Yes: 1) Where did you find a HOT girl in Seattle? 2) The Huskies got whupped early in the evening. Every bar in Seattle was as festive as Hillary's raver at the Javits Canter before Thanksgiving. 3) No self respecting hottie stumbles out of a party in Seattle to 'hail' a cab. Techies use Uber, my friend. Maybe not Uber black, but they aren't cavemen.

Time to fire your continuity director.

Mariah, Ann and Laslo face plant into 2017 all in the same post.

Laslo Spatula said...

rehajm said...
"Techies use Uber, my friend. Maybe not Uber black, but they aren't cavemen."

Well...

Not everyone in Seattle is a Techie.

And I did write this:

"There were no Cabs around and I couldn’t find my phone to get an Uber,"

I am Laslo.

sane_voter said...

Ann, that was my quote about Mariah's fail. But no worries, the monitor probably wasn't working. Get the feather guys out here stat!

Darrell said...

I woke up today to the realization that Hillary Clinton will never be President of the United States. My heart was glad.

Laslo Spatula said...

And a juxtaposition:

"No self respecting hottie stumbles out of a party in Seattle..."

and

"Anyway, I figured I only sucked Trevor’s cock: my ass didn’t hurt, and I figure he never discovered I was a transvestite because the only other thing he could’ve done was fuck me in the ass…"

I thought people would question the four-inch heels, myself...

I am Laslo.

Original Mike said...

Not sure who had a worse New Year's Eve, Mariah Carey or Ohio State.

David Begley said...

Finally found it, "You don't plan to not run the ball and not succeed."

I think he meant that the Corn would have been successful running the ball.

Ann Althouse said...

@sane voter

Fixed.

Cutting down from a big copy and paste....

Big Mike said...

@Curious George, the less said about 2016 college football bowl games the better. At least as far as the Big Ten is concerned. Maybe Iowa, Wisconsin, and Penn State can recover some glory for their conference tomorrow.

Cacimbo Cacimbo said...

May not be true in person, but based on the photos Meade appears to strongly resemble Althouse's father.

tcrosse said...

Laslo, the fact that Amanda's friend couldn't find her panties suggests that Trevor knew exactly who was who and what was what.

madAsHell said...

Thank you. You have to keep the commentariat happy.

Especially, when you have Lazlo sucking all the air out of the tent. I mean....who wants to follow his show. I have some snark, but he has a fully weaponized imagination.

Laslo Spatula said...

tcrosse said...
"Laslo, the fact that Amanda's friend couldn't find her panties suggests that Trevor knew exactly who was who and what was what."

I like a little ambiguity.

Trevor could have decide -- hey -- a blow-job is a blow-job is a blow-job.

Drunk narrators make for shaky recollections.

I am Laslo.

Anglelyne said...

If only you knew the struggle in the sliver of time when miniskirts overlapped with wearing stockings and garters. Stockings had a dark band at the top, and, when sitting, you had to take care not to let your "stocking tops" show.

I thought the glimpse of garter and the pretense of trying to prevent the glimpse was a feature, not a bug, of the style.

kentuckyliz said...

A., yes. I came back from England in 1987 wearing miniskirts with kick pleats and garters and stockings...before ant of these had hit the US. With my amazing figure and legs (back then), me walking down the street had the menfolk swooning.

As to Laszlo's story, remember kiddies, orientation is different than behavior. That concept permits straight men to get BJ's from gays and still be straight.

mockturtle said...

Desi Arnaz was a better comedic actor than he was a singer.

mockturtle said...

BTW, Laslo, I've NEVER seen straight women dancing together in Seattle. Actually, the only place I've ever seen straight women dancing together was in Wisconsin.

Laslo Spatula said...

"mockturtle said...
BTW, Laslo, I've NEVER seen straight women dancing together in Seattle."

I have. Generally putting on a show for the guys.

I am Laslo.

tcrosse said...

I've NEVER seen straight women dancing together in Seattle. Actually, the only place I've ever seen straight women dancing together was in Wisconsin.
Now I'm fascinated to hear how you determined that they were straight, or indeed women.

mockturtle said...

tcrosse, this would have been in the 80's. I'm sure things have changed. ;-) Just as I'm sure the bar scene in Seattle has changed. But I did find it peculiar to see women dancing together and inquired about it and was told it was common in Wisconsin.

Roughcoat said...

BTW, Laslo, I've NEVER seen straight women dancing together in Seattle.

I've seen it a lot, my whole life. Maybe it's Midwestern thing. E.g., I give you the Mt. Greenwood neighborhood, Southside Chicago, any Irish weddings: the guys are too self-conscious to dance, instead they sit around and talk sports and get drunk and maybe get into loud arguments and then fistfights. Meanwhile their wives and girlfriends are out on the dance floor, dancing up a storm.

David Begley said...

On reflection I think the Nebraska coach meant they could have won the game if they passed the ball. Confusing.

Professional lady said...

I read Desi Arnaz's book about the "I Love Lucy" years. Can't remember the title. In the book, he never trashed Lucy. Instead he wrote about how beautiful and talented she was and how their personalities were so very different. He also wrote about coming from Cuba as a penniless refugee and how grateful he was to the USA for the success he enjoyed. Wasn't it nice when celebrities had some class? I miss it.

mockturtle said...

Wasn't it nice when celebrities had some class? I miss it.

Don't we all? :-(

Earnest Prole said...

I guess I extrapolated the story myself. Let me know what you edited from the video and I'll extrapolate the rest.

The Cracker Emcee said...

Liked the edit clip of your Dad. I'm ten years younger than you (but I was the youngest of 8) but I imagine our Dads were fairly close in age. The clip is very evocative of my own family. Funny how things like clothing and grooming can charge the memory so powerfully.

Earnest Prole said...

The mystery man is David “Big Dave” Nerdlinger.

Ann Althouse said...

What I edited out was just a view too far up my mother's skirt.

Meade said...

"Irrefutable?! I'm going to use that."

Sure, but not like I will!