2010

Oh, wow! Happy New Year, suckers.

Now, this new years eve party was the party of all parties. Around 9ish on the 31st we still hadn´t come up with any amazing plans for the big entrance, so we started ringing round to check what everyone else was up to. Trance parties by the million, wet garden dos that had to be cancelled last minute, shitty bars with crappy champgne. And where did we end up? At a house party.
A house party in Portugal? Imediate vision of bedrooms, dark corners, "Hi Y´all"´s and drinking kegs of beer upside down. But no, none of that. Tiny rooms, lots of smoke and wierd going ons in the bathroom (that had a massive jacuzzi), and techno music to last you a couple of life times. All in all, a big let down.
But we weren´t gonna feel bad about it, after all we make the party, right? So 3 bottles of white wine, and a pack of cigs and it is the best blooming day of our lives! Fantastic.
Shame it didn´t end so well.

But I think it´s the one and only new year that I realised I didn´t have any resolutions. Because, actually, I´m not that bad off. Or so it seems!