I had a relatively tame celebration to ring in the new year, or so I thought. I was just telling my friend on New Year’s Day that I had a lot of fun and was glad that I wasn’t completely blitzed. Then one by one our friends started emailing around pictures from the night, and there are parts I just don’t remember.
After looking at the pictures that came before and after this, this bus stop is across the street from the last bar we walked into, but I really don’t remember hanging out by the bench. I certainly don’t remember taking this nap.
I actually remember this part. That is me in the background, sprinting after my friend, who thought it would be fun to walk on top of parked cars. Think about what a monster truck does, but instead of the truck picture a person. The thing I don’t remember is seeing him on top of any cars. I think someone told me and I just bolted after him.
Mud on my pants, which I told my friend was blood from him throwing me to the ground. In all fairness I deserved it. I don’t remember what I said to him, but I do somehow remember that it was pretty offensive. I was purposely trying to provoke him. It worked.
I got this in the mail on Friday. Up yours, police officers that hide out just to give tickets. Do us a favor and catch some bad guys instead. Everyone needs a friend that knows how laws work and how to push the paper. Thanks to my friend, who knows his stuff.
Saturday we found a bar that serves pitchers of beer for $8.50. It’s a long walk, but it’s walking distance from Michelle‘s place. Awesome.
This year is shaping up to be a pretty good one.