Remember anything before Wednesday? I don’t usually, but I have a fuzzy memory: photos of One Direction Heartthrob Harry Styles and actor / director Olivia Wilde hand in hand at the quarantine wedding of Styles manager Jeff Azoff, who appeared on Monday spreading dating rumors. She and fiance Jason Sudeikis ended their seven-year engagement in early 2020, and for the past few months, Styles and Wilde have been working together on the set of her next movie, Do not worry, dear. Their partnership makes sense – although, if they met at work, she was technically their boss.
Anyway, it got me thinking about the nature of romances in the workplace, which are generally reckless, but also enter risky HR territory, unless you’re an actor, apparently. I do not to mean unethical stories of your shit boss flirting with you while you were an intern; anything mutually agreed is worth. Personally, I never had one, because I think coworkers are disgusting, but if my coworker was Harry Styles, I would change my tone.
TThis week, I want to hear all about when you were with a colleague: Did you meet your girlfriend at work? Did you wait until you got a new show to make a change? Was staying with another summer camp counselor the worst decision you made in your second year of high school? Let us know in the comments below.
First of all, let’s take a look at last week’s (last year’s!) Winners: These are your most magical new year’s eve stories:
FilthyHarry, you absolutely won, what the fuck !!!!!!!!!:
When I was a kid, I don’t remember the exact year, (but I do remember that we were watching Solid Gold as the new year’s show, so 80-82?) And we were at a party at our neighbors’ apartment in our building.
Around midnight, Harper Lee (who lived in our building) appeared at the apt’s front door and exclaimed in her exquisite accent, if we didn’t keep it, she would buy the building and send us all out.
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BrianGriffin thinks “trustworthy” is just a state of mind, if you are happy, were happy:
A few years ago, at NYE, my wife and I decided to close. The best resolution I ever made and practically the only one that took.
ninjagin, that’s great:
My best NYE was when I was 19, the first new year after I left home … about 35 years ago, say. I was living in a room downtown, doing community theater, writing and hanging out with poets and artists and actors and musicians in my cow-town town … it was a small but comfortable scene. You would practically run into someone you knew at almost every show or show in the gallery or reading or anything. I sold clothes at the time, worked as a haberdashery, so I had a nice suit to wear. I was invited to the party that took place in a pair of adjoining suites in a hotel in my old stronghold. I knew the area well, took a bus outside, arrived more or less on time as things were going on.
I won’t go into details, but it was a total binge. An artist friend gave me some [redacted] and I’ve never had that before, but it was really great. There was dancing and drinking and great philosophical conversations and smoking and stuffing my [redacted] full of [redacted] and just hang out with a bunch of sexy young wild creatives until dawn. We played with lasers (which were expensive, big and bulky at the time – remember LazerFloyd or Lazerium?) And painted murals with glow-in-the-dark paints, danced, sang and made wild works of art with wax, cardboard and brilliant paints. I received a big kiss at midnight from someone. It was like a wrap party without the underlying sadness, but has it changed how it would be if you had the wrap party at the start of the race? … where did all the good things still come from? Then, predictably, almost everyone started passing out within the hour or so and I knew it was time to go. I took a taxi, which the city sponsored for free.
I got home a few hours before dawn and slept most of the next day. It was great. No one to complain about me about how late I was out, no one to point a finger at me for partying and having fun with my friends, no one to bother with smoking, drinking and stuffing myself [redacted] full of [redacted]. I never felt so free, wild and happy in my own skin as I did that night … and it felt like a million dollars. I don’t regret any of this.
Move on to the present and I’m not young and sexy anymore, my knees and feet hurt a lot to dance, and I don’t look any closer to that level … not even in the same building, actually. A single cigarette will hit me for days later and I hardly drink anymore. On school nights, I am in bed at around 10. Still, I know how to party like it was 1985, damn it, even though I didn’t want to anymore. Ah, to be young, wild and free, when a new year meant a whole universe of change, creativity and opportunity. It was incredible and I was right in the middle of it and I will never forget it.
chainsaws, That’s right:
I got a show of very lucky houses on the 99/00 vacation in London. It was spectacular. Unfortunately, I stumbled on Christmas Eve and pulled out my two front teeth (even I thought it was funny the thing “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth”). On New Year’s Eve, a guy I met on the flight introduced me to the dentist for a free solution (essentially a piece of gray plastic melted to the stumps that were left in my mouth). So I had almost teeth! I was in London! I partyed outside Big Ben! I met an Irish arborist and made out! I was a fake tooth star!
I stopped New Year after that. It cannot be covered.
Samantha Stevens, Excuse?:
I went to a party with my boyfriend in a building that rented space for rehearsals. As usual, as soon as we got there, my boyfriend went to the bar and I didn’t see him anymore. I ended up spending most of the party in an armchair drinking Haitian rum with a guy I had a big crush on (who just happened to be Madonna’s boyfriend). Yes, it was a few years ago.
Relieve the nightmare in the comments below.