y2005!

Good company and lots of alcohol is what it's all about on New Years.
My futon (vomit), leather couches (champagne), and chair (broken), were the only casualties. I tried to make boys kiss, one of them being my boyfriend. They didn't.
Elena came all the way from Brooklyn in a strange man's car, and I hope it was worth the trip. There was a token drunk girl, and this time it wasn't me, surprisingly. If I was single, it definitely would be.
The pizza was cold, but we went through 5 pies anyway. Strawberry Daquiris were plentiful, as was Justin Timberlake and the Spice Girls. (Not in person, on the cd player.)
It was a good night. :)

(2005-01-02 - 9:34 p.m.)