So, I don't feel any different.Everything seems the same.
But, I do have to admit that this was one of the best new years eve's I've ever had.
Colleen came up the Monday before New Years eve from Philly. I was so happy to see her. She pulled me out of this perpetually pathetic depression I have been in since I left Philly. Christina came up that day too and the three of us went to the mall. I think we just walked around. We got back to my place, dyed mine and Colleen's hair blonde and then Christina split. The next day me and Coll woke up around 2:30 and made our way to Steve's for a party....I got trashed, Coll was high. We chilled for a good while, then bounced.
The next day could probably equate to three whole days. I mean, that's what it felt like. And usually, that insinuates something tedious and bad. But, this was not the case. It was just...so much happened it could have been three days. Me and Coll woke up early, got ready and caught the train to the city to meet Gia. After sitting in Port Authority listening to a painful hour and a half round of week old Christmas Music the Greyhound from Philly arrived with Gia and we went to Penn Station and hopped on the LIRR to Bethpage, Lawng Oiiland.
It was a packed train. Me and Coll sat next to eachother, Gia sat in front of us. The entire time, some orange lady was talking about her many failed marriages and her kids. She seemed a little young to have such an extensive past, but she had "gold-digger" pretty much branded on her forehead. I wish a pre-nup on her current husband.
We get to Bethpage in the -1000000 degree freezing weather. Christina picked us up. My door didn't work so I had to climb into the back seat to get out. The door froze shut. I dropped of my shit, we all went to Panera, got booze, and went to the train station. We sat in the cars and waited. In that time I pretty much dumped out the majority of my soda and filled the bottle with some rum, then filled up my flask (while spilling it over myself).
The nine of us got on the train. Me, Coll, Gia, and Justin were the only ones drinking at this point. I think. I don't know. I kinda assume everyone's sober when I'm fucked up. By the time we got to Penn Station, I was gone. We got a spot on 53rd at around 10.
It was fucking freezeing. Looking back on it, it seems like five very cold minutes. But in that time some dude looking like he was from Hogwarts pissed on my boot (and maybe my leg, I guess I'll never know).
I think that was the most excited I've ever been counting down til the New Year. I mean, a year that had such high expctations was really a disapointment. But that's what I learned this year. The higher the expectations, murphy's law, the greater the disappointment.
Anyways, we got back to Long Island and the party started. Everyone was fucked up. I just got more fucked up and, I don't know how it started or ended, hooked up with someone and then woke up the next morning at 11....still drunk.
I didn't sober up til 4/5 in the afternoon, lol.
I spent the next few days on Long Island and went home that Saturday and saw Rocky in Bergenfield with Christina and Emily.
Everything has been pretty slow since then.
I just want to be back in Philly. I love it there.
