and what a motherfucking new year's it was.
i provided the alcohol [12-pack corona longnecks, 24-pack pabst, bottle costa rican rum {a birthday present, courtesy joanna), 3 bottles champagne] for 5 of my now closest friends: ben, matt, derek (or derrick or whatever), the beloved aaron, and anne (!!!!!!) who came up from santa barbara.
what could have been thoroughly insipid turned into a night full of love, hate, sex, and, of course, the requisite debauchery.
the night started with this conversation with my mum:
//Bknockers (8:21:37 PM): Happy New Year, Morgon
theglitterfades0 (8:29:29 PM): happy new year, mommy
theglitterfades0 (8:30:21 PM): doing anything special?
Bknockers (8:31:50 PM): Stuart and I are going to have wild sex and go jogging naked around the neighborhood, and you?
theglitterfades0 (8:31:58 PM): EWWW!
theglitterfades0 (8:32:12 PM): i'm going to friend's house to watch movies and be bored
theglitterfades0 (8:32:13 PM): just another night
theglitterfades0 (8:32:27 PM): you are gross mommy
theglitterfades0 (8:32:40 PM): we're just out the door, so have fun with your debauchery
Bknockers (8:32:41 PM): I take that as a compliment.
Bknockers (8:33:02 PM): Thanks. We will let you know how it goes!//
she is so weird.
yes, she was kidding.
anyway.
i tidied the house a little for the impending homecoming of michelle (the neatfreak roommate) and then we took off for matt's.
we listened to cds, then listened to derrick/derek's cd, then ben's forthcoming ep, then aaron drunkenly forgetting his song that i love, then matt busting out in all his old-country glory.
then we had arm-wrestling competitions in the kitchen (i lost) and indian leg-wrestling competitions in the living room/bedroom/recording studio (i kicked ben in the balls with my hardcore goth boots -- see pictures -- and won by default).
we forgot it was new year's until we heard hootin and hollerin outside and anne saw fireworks exploding from the space needle. at this point, we had gone through the corona, half the rum, a few pabst, and a bottle and a half of champagne. i opened the most expensive bottle (the champagne WAS korbel) and we took it outside. suzzi, being the beauty that she is, called right as we're outside celebrating (or whatever you wanna call it) and absolutely made my night, since i hadn't talked to her for weeks and assumed her dead.
afterwards, i tried to get the boys to dance with me, but no one would because they suck, until ben stepped up to the plate and we fell down and broke a string on marshall's guitar. he will kill me. i don't care.
ben resigned himself to the bathroom and aaron went into the kitchen to have a heart-to-heart with derrick, and matt and i got into a match of i'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. then we decided to compete with who has more naked pictures on the internet. i won. then aaron came back, completely flipped out, and took off. so i ran after him and we fought like dogs in the alleyway behind matt's apartment. we both cried and i think he's ashamed of me and he kept going on about how as long as i am with him my body is his and i said, fuck that, and we reached a stalemate when we were both crying too hard to talk.
it wouldn't be new year's without drama, now, would it?
so we headed back in and took derrick to the place where he's staying while his living situation is in limbo and dropped anne off at my apartment and went home and has Wild Crazy New Years/Make-Up I'm-Sorry-We-Fought-Baby-I-Love-You-Madly sex. rawr.
and then we slept and slept and slept some more.
fucking brilliant.
but i think jessica says it best:
jiscaboo (1:41:08 AM): Hapy ficlum, meu ueay
jiscaboo (1:41:18 AM): I lovey youjm