to the new year!! sit ye back n hear a story.
so 2005 began with broken glasses and much vomit.
but, it was rang in with gusto indeed.
this is how the evening began:
looks like all the makings for a night of fun! we had been at clark/lauren's less than 15 minutes when this photo was taken, already having pounded that much whiskey's worth of sours since our arrival at 10. hmm.
so of course i was riDICulous by midnight.. my brief romance with jim beam caused me much vomitous grief even before the ball dropped, yet we pressed on. around midnight, i was forced to keep drinking more and more champagne as i was the somewhat willing victim of several premature countdowns. anyway, the night progressed for me, although not much further.. rachel and i passed out at 2 am. a mere 4 hours after our celebration had begun. we had settled down for but a 15 minute "power nap," yet even after being repeatedly hit on the head with the aforementioned bottle of beam and serenaded to, we.. decided to not move until 8 the next morning. i fear that it appeared to be some type of romanesque orgy lookalike in the room, but i don't think i was a part of it. if i was, it was unconsciously. anyway, i digress. i awoke to the sound of vomiting in the bathroom, and as rachel ran outside to sit in a chair and puke off the edge of the porch, i took the more subtle route and fucking ralphed my guts out in the toilet.
here is rachel, ready to face the new day and new year.
anyway, we left in search of a diner. before we found our destination, i jumped out of the car to continue my cursing of beam and to decorate a street corner with more colorful retchings. i rejoined my poss' in the car, and we made it to the diner. nothing cures the deathlike grip of a hangover like a diner, i guess.
so this is the aftermath:
yikes.
hungover as hell sitting on a curb outside the diner. lookin' fiiiiine.
yet, nothing cured the day's rough beginnings as the most fulfilling nap, pot-smokin', most relaxing few hours of my entire life, spent at Coolidge Park in Chattanooga, basking in the 70 degrees and sunlight pictured here:
so maybe this picture looks kind of gross but it was amaaaaaaaaazing and beautiful.
after we awoke, we ate at another restaurant, served by a fellow who calls himself "jolly." he ruined 2005, but whatever.
and that's my tale. all in all, a good time.
for now, i'm breaking up with beam. but i'm sure we'll be back together again another day. cheers to those of you i lost in my drunken stupor; such a lovely group to spend the evening with drinking ourselves to oblivion.
so a toast!: may 2005 clean up the shit left behind by 2004, much like a fluffy wad of 2-ply.
p.s. (secor's coming tomorrow!)
but, it was rang in with gusto indeed.
this is how the evening began:
looks like all the makings for a night of fun! we had been at clark/lauren's less than 15 minutes when this photo was taken, already having pounded that much whiskey's worth of sours since our arrival at 10. hmm.
so of course i was riDICulous by midnight.. my brief romance with jim beam caused me much vomitous grief even before the ball dropped, yet we pressed on. around midnight, i was forced to keep drinking more and more champagne as i was the somewhat willing victim of several premature countdowns. anyway, the night progressed for me, although not much further.. rachel and i passed out at 2 am. a mere 4 hours after our celebration had begun. we had settled down for but a 15 minute "power nap," yet even after being repeatedly hit on the head with the aforementioned bottle of beam and serenaded to, we.. decided to not move until 8 the next morning. i fear that it appeared to be some type of romanesque orgy lookalike in the room, but i don't think i was a part of it. if i was, it was unconsciously. anyway, i digress. i awoke to the sound of vomiting in the bathroom, and as rachel ran outside to sit in a chair and puke off the edge of the porch, i took the more subtle route and fucking ralphed my guts out in the toilet.
here is rachel, ready to face the new day and new year.
anyway, we left in search of a diner. before we found our destination, i jumped out of the car to continue my cursing of beam and to decorate a street corner with more colorful retchings. i rejoined my poss' in the car, and we made it to the diner. nothing cures the deathlike grip of a hangover like a diner, i guess.
so this is the aftermath:
yikes.
hungover as hell sitting on a curb outside the diner. lookin' fiiiiine.
yet, nothing cured the day's rough beginnings as the most fulfilling nap, pot-smokin', most relaxing few hours of my entire life, spent at Coolidge Park in Chattanooga, basking in the 70 degrees and sunlight pictured here:
so maybe this picture looks kind of gross but it was amaaaaaaaaazing and beautiful.
after we awoke, we ate at another restaurant, served by a fellow who calls himself "jolly." he ruined 2005, but whatever.
and that's my tale. all in all, a good time.
for now, i'm breaking up with beam. but i'm sure we'll be back together again another day. cheers to those of you i lost in my drunken stupor; such a lovely group to spend the evening with drinking ourselves to oblivion.
so a toast!: may 2005 clean up the shit left behind by 2004, much like a fluffy wad of 2-ply.
p.s. (secor's coming tomorrow!)