Allow myself no mock defense as I step into the night.
Last year's entry.
Went to Joe's house in Pacific Beach. Not even a half hour into the party, I was plastered. My entire mouth was numb. I remember talking to Yvonne on the phone. And I remember talking to Bryan on the phone, who kept telling me to makeout with someone. I remember kissing all my friends when midnight struck. I remember watching some guy totally beat the shit out out of this other guy laying down on the concrete. I remember throwing up off a 3rd story balcony (more than a few times). I remember Ashley Bumbar helping me fix my makeup and saying a whole bunch of reassuring things. I remember sitting outside against the garage door for over an hour. I remember talking about the Beatles with Marky Mark and a girl named Julie, who said she liked girls named Jessy. I remember Garrett driving all the way from Santee to pick me up just to take me home. I love that boy. I say it all the time, but I really do have some incredible friends.
New Year's Resolution: Don't ever drink that much again.