alright, i’m getting somewhere here:

monday; new year’s eve

after grabbing some lunch from senor tacos, a tasty place in matt’s neighborhood, and getting things ready to go, gabe and i took off for u of i in his car. matt and bill followed in another. a while later we were in gabe’s room in champaign, we’re at a bar he works at to eat dinner, then we’re going to the new year’s party full of old friends in the apartment of a nice girl who graduated with us. i have to say that in general i have never had an exciting new year’s eve. i’ve spent the majority of them in my life with family, a few with a small group of friends, but never gone to a party really. so it’s maybe not a huge statement but still holds weight when i say this was the best new years i’ve ever had. sure, i didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight, but i hadn’t kissed anyone in months anyway so i guess i’m used to it by now. i did have a blast though. i saw a bunch of old friends, some of whom i hadn’t even expected to see, and loved it. we were all having such a good time we almost missed counting down when midnight came around.

this was also only my second experience with intoxication, but did not result in any vomiting or humiliation–well, unless you consider deciding with your friend’s girlfriend that it would be fun to trade pants for ten minutes and giving up your baggy cargo pants for some form-fitting chick pants (that were surprisingly flattering and fit a little too well) embarrassing, which i didn’t–it was all good. it was all about having fun and laughing with a room full of people that i love seeing. well, and an ex-girlfriend whom i’m sure is an agent of the devil, but whom i managed not to talk to at all, only point mean comments toward when talking to my friends. aah, give me a break, she’s a bad person, i didn’t feel bad making fun of her behind her back. it was funny. she’s evil.

we then left the party and went to gabe’s place around 3:30 after having a hell of a time (i’m pretty sure the cab driver thought we were asses thanks to gabe talking about his ex-girlfriend, “the fucking whore” and demanding the cabbie tell us a joke…haha). then we talked and drank a bit more there, and had one of those bonding conversations where you talk about girls you’ve dated in a level of detail only acceptable late at night with the closest of friends. by 5am we were beat and had had a great time so we all crashed hardcore. happy new year, started off right.