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Obligatory January 1, 2008 post,
Even though I'm an hour and 36 minutes late.
I was so drunk last night becuase it was not just NewYear'sEve, but the last day of probably the best job i've had thus far. Shared sheer drunkenness with coworker Seri who vomited multiple times throughout the evening, and Ta, a seasoned veteran who luckily held her shit together enough to take care of all my tabs and tables, and make sure I wasn't in trouble. The bartenders, the sweetest dogs I know, made it a point to not only hand me shots at every possible interval, but made sure Elisa (who we snuck in with the help of the other waitress&her clipboard, and the security guard) had full drinks all night. Shared spoken word, secret seductions, and nearly unending hugs with the coworkers as i left. And I still didn't have anyone to kiss at midnight. But that issue's being placed on the back burner, as I've got bigger fish to fry.
I get the feeling that this year is going to be full of growth. Or something.
Anyway, I made it through the inadvertent tradition of rereading January 1st journal entries on January 1st. I'm not trying to be cliche, but I just happen to keep all my journals, from 2000 til now, in the same area. And as I read them, as the words repeat themselves in my head, I'm immediately transferred back, almost reliving the moment. I don't know what it is that made me bring that up, but it's interesting. Because for every year that I add a new entry to the physical collection of my own history, I can touch base with all the other years prior.
I wish I could have gone to tahoe with the crew.
I wish I didn't pour so much damn heart and soul into that dinner party, too. The lack of some superspecial invitees makes it super easy to get butthurt.
Even though I'm an hour and 36 minutes late.
I was so drunk last night becuase it was not just NewYear'sEve, but the last day of probably the best job i've had thus far. Shared sheer drunkenness with coworker Seri who vomited multiple times throughout the evening, and Ta, a seasoned veteran who luckily held her shit together enough to take care of all my tabs and tables, and make sure I wasn't in trouble. The bartenders, the sweetest dogs I know, made it a point to not only hand me shots at every possible interval, but made sure Elisa (who we snuck in with the help of the other waitress&her clipboard, and the security guard) had full drinks all night. Shared spoken word, secret seductions, and nearly unending hugs with the coworkers as i left. And I still didn't have anyone to kiss at midnight. But that issue's being placed on the back burner, as I've got bigger fish to fry.
I get the feeling that this year is going to be full of growth. Or something.
Anyway, I made it through the inadvertent tradition of rereading January 1st journal entries on January 1st. I'm not trying to be cliche, but I just happen to keep all my journals, from 2000 til now, in the same area. And as I read them, as the words repeat themselves in my head, I'm immediately transferred back, almost reliving the moment. I don't know what it is that made me bring that up, but it's interesting. Because for every year that I add a new entry to the physical collection of my own history, I can touch base with all the other years prior.
I wish I could have gone to tahoe with the crew.
I wish I didn't pour so much damn heart and soul into that dinner party, too. The lack of some superspecial invitees makes it super easy to get butthurt.