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On December 31st, 2005, I was drinking white wine straight out of the bottle and making out with girls in the tiny kitchen of a house in Toronto, while my eyeliner got smudged and my vision blurred. I was dancing like crazy to songs that have since faded together in my memory; I have no idea what the fuck they were. I walked arm in arm with a boy who's name I remember! to the corner to buy hot dogs from a street vendor. Or wait, maybe that was after. Either way, I forgot to put mustard on it (which is how I always eat hot dogs)... I think.
On January 1st, 2006, I was kissing everybody, chugging champagne, yelling HAPPY NEW YEARS at strangers and falling asleep on a blow-up chair under the jacket of dearest Andrew while shoes left the front hall and the noise slowly crept out after them. I walked the wrong way down Toronto's streets with the lovely, drunken Jamie and used the washroom at a crowded Chinese restaurant. We saw a man get arrested from out of a tiny blue Volkswagen and asked directions from a firefighter. Cab after cab flew by with their lights out and warm faces in the back seats. I was frustrated and cold and I missed my loverboy and we finally found a cab of our own which I had to chase after, fighting off the other drunken New Years Eve partiers with my amazing superpowers, and we went to an apartment on a street with a name like Pleasant. At 5:30 in the morning I got a phone call from my love! and called another cab as fast as I could to be in his arms. Finally I slept, at 8:30 in the morning, curled up next to my favorite boy in the whole world. Are there any better ways to start the new year?
On January 1st, 2006, I was kissing everybody, chugging champagne, yelling HAPPY NEW YEARS at strangers and falling asleep on a blow-up chair under the jacket of dearest Andrew while shoes left the front hall and the noise slowly crept out after them. I walked the wrong way down Toronto's streets with the lovely, drunken Jamie and used the washroom at a crowded Chinese restaurant. We saw a man get arrested from out of a tiny blue Volkswagen and asked directions from a firefighter. Cab after cab flew by with their lights out and warm faces in the back seats. I was frustrated and cold and I missed my loverboy and we finally found a cab of our own which I had to chase after, fighting off the other drunken New Years Eve partiers with my amazing superpowers, and we went to an apartment on a street with a name like Pleasant. At 5:30 in the morning I got a phone call from my love! and called another cab as fast as I could to be in his arms. Finally I slept, at 8:30 in the morning, curled up next to my favorite boy in the whole world. Are there any better ways to start the new year?