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This is NOT the way to start a new year.

Poor choices on New Year’s Eve lead to a bad start to the new year. That’s really all you need to know, but for those of you that like to see me in embarrassing moments, read on please.

Dinner was at Jitlada in Thai Town. For those of you unfamiliar with Jitlada, the best stuff on the menu is the back page, which is known to be incredibly spicy. It’s good but not really the kind of meal you enjoy before a night out on the town. It’s normally safer to enjoy a meal here and then speed a night close to a toilet.

Fortunately for us the pain we experienced was only during the meal and it was on the inlet side of the body. It hurts so good.

After dinner we went back to Annie’s place to have a few drinks. Then the really bad decisions started as we headed out to the bar.

I think it was no more than a fifteen minute walk to the bar, but by the halfway point I put down three beers. There would have been a fourth, but halfway through it I realized I was too full. Here Michelle and I stop to pose.

As you can see by my facial expression, I am already having too much fun. Yet I keep drinking. You won’t see me  in the rest of the pictures with my friends at the bar, because I decided to make new friends and hang out with them.

On the walk home, I decided to take a rest on this couch. I’m sure it was filthy.

This picture isn’t to point out that someone else had too much fun. This is just to point out that Annie had a poster of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. Why?

Michelle gets all the blog love.

I don’t remember this, but I tried to feed soda to Fred. Based on pictures he was not happy. Probably like waking a hibernating bear.

I spent the rest of the night in the kitchen, wedged next to the fridge.

Then my friends drew on my face. I’m talking hands free! My only complaint is that they did this AFTER they drew on my other friend’s foot WITH THE SAME MARKER!

This is the good knee. I have random bruises on my arms and I feel like I pulled my lats. I also looked at my jacket and thought I had blood all over it, but I was later informed that Michelle used me as a napkin. Thanks to all my friends that stuck by me so that these were the limitations to my injuries.

The rest of the year can only be better. Bring it on 2010!

2009: Just Like the Tire

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

2008? Never Happened.

Welcome to 2009. When you accidentally write 2008 on your checks and paperwork, please keep it to yourselves. No one wants to hear about it. Everyone does it. We don’t need to be told that you do it too.

This year’s New Year’s Eve started at Annie’s place eating home made pizza, taco snacks, and other delicious confections. The night was pretty tame until we decided we needed to ring in the new year with strangers.

At 11:00 PM we walked out in a group to find a bar to ring in the new year. I drank three beers on the walk to The Dresden, which was full. The bouncer said, “You guys are crazy, trying to get in somewhere at 11:30!” We set out to prove him wrong, and we found another bar around the corner with plenty of room. We rang in the new year together and made our way to yet another bar. I don’t know who else noticed, but I saw a guy dressed in Jedi robes. I wished him a Happy New Year as I waved my hand in typical Jedi mind control fashion.

The walk back to Annie’s was long. All of us pulled out our digital cameras and started snapping pictures. I deleted about thirty pictures of people pointing cameras back at me. I think a safe guideline to go by for New Year’s pictures is that if you post them within twelve hours of your night,  you didn’t party hard enough. I’m in the clear here.

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I was trying to spell out Happy New Year with the lights. Can you tell?

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Happy New Year! No looking back.