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Oh new year, how I hurried you along so.
Andy and I went out and met Brittany at the happy dog for well drinks and a poorly planned buffet spread of pierogies, lasagna, and tater tots. The food, while minimal, was well made, but the drinks were over watered and iced. I tried to maintain some sort of buzz, but even that required more commitment than I was willing to exert.
Shorty before midnight, in a fit of mildj panic, Brittany looked around the room in order to pick out the cutesy guy (sans andy) available to kiss. She found one: a shaggy haired, ampley tattooed late twenty something that stood at the bar downing drinks like they were the cure for the hipster disease. His friend, a clean cut blonde in a polo shirt stood awkwardly close, fueling the fire of dumbass.
Five minute before the ball drops B saunters over to the barfly and asks, "are you going to kiss your friend, or are you going to kiss me on new years?"
They are too far away for us to hear. The conversation gets louder, and finally tattoos looks at Brittany and proclaims, "no, but my friend here will fingerbang you all night."
Brittany turns white, emberassed, mutters, "happy new year" and turns on her heels to find andy and I looking at tattoos in stunned amazement. She returns to the table, the count down ends, and I look at her over the roar and manage, "forget him, kiss me you fool!" and she leans over the table so we can lock lips as the whole bar screams happy new year. Brittany downs every glass of champagne at the table, I kiss Andy and tattoos falls off of his bar perch face first onto the floor. Our table cheers on the ultimate irony of his painful disgrace, and then leave quickly as a cop begins to hover near the noise of our applause.
2009 was born screaming, wonderful in its awkwardness and beauty. I am thankful for my life, friends, and the promise of more.
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