new year's - the night and day of (re: a tale of good suspicious times).

it was a new year's miracle. a fucking mircle. it was also a good thing that i wore tights avec my skirt. highlights of important note:

• shiraz
• pulling out the 80s moves
• pulling dylan across the dance floor by his tie
• grapes. lots and lots of grapes.
• watching evelyn eat beef dip, fries, broccoli soup, and cake at the verse
  
• not going to bed until 6am
• oh, and the chick that kept hitting on me. two important notes here: 1) just because i choose to wear dark, thick-framed glasses does not make me a lesbian. it means that i was too lazy to put in contacts, and that i also knew i would be incapable of extracting a thin lense from my eye later on in thenight/morning. 2) why was i only capable of getting action from a girl and a gay man over the course of the night?
  

highlights from the day of (re: when i woke up at 130pm):

• working
• working with two other people who were also hungover
  
• getting to demonstrate to people, who weren't there, what i meant when i say i pulled dylan across the dance floor
  
• breaking out in laughter whenever i would remember something from the night
  
• getting home, passing out on the couch with my work clothes still on (with drive-thru stickers still attach to my sleeve), and getting woken up by lara-rose around 11:30 the next morning