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Let me tell you a story. A story of how I started this new year. A nice and sweet story, for a change.

My New Year's Eve began quite good. I got out of work early, and walked into the Firework Store right across the street. It was a gun powder based extravaganza that promised to ignite the skies with multi chromatic balls of fire, and I was like a kid in a candy store. Sadly, I only had $10 in my wallet and all my money was here at home. I cursed like a sailor on my way out, but not before buying a box of 100 SATURN ROCKETS for $5.

I came home, doodled a bit and hung out like any other regular day off. The truth was that I wanted to come home and go back to the Fireworks Store and purchase my weight in fireworks for the night, but getting a cab was a BITCH and that is the reason I lounged away the afternoon.

Around 8pm, my good friend Niko picked me up and we were on our way to the supermarket, when I decided to check if the store was still open... so we went there, and got in just in time! They were closing down for the night, but I walked in and got some amazing rockets, and some random doodas for the night: I got a pack of regular voladores or flyers -pure Chitrean Technology- a pack of HUMUNGOUS rockets called VIKINKI and the guy ended up throwing in a box of Dragon Eggs for kicks and laughs. I had my ammo for the night. All I needed was my supplies.

Onwards to the Supermarket and we boozed up on good beer, good Australian wine and ice, and we came back home. Niko went back to his house, as he had been cooking for his family all day long and I stayed in, hanging out in my back yard playing videogames with my nephew and having some wine with my mom.

Sad thing was, my Guitar Hero Mic died. It just wont work, and that kinda made me sad... but in the end it wouldn't matter, wine was flowing, I was having fun and midnight was about to stroke.

And it did. Quickly I ran and got my ammo. By now Fernando had joined us and he brought some ammo of his own as well. We ran down to the beach behind my house and began hurling balls of multi colored fire to the sky!

VIKINKI! we would bellow every time we would set a rocket on its skyward demise, and cheer like 8 year olds when the night got illuminated by great balls of fire and smoke. My nephew was cackling! I was in a good place. Harold was waiting on our doorstep, but we were so caught up in our firecracking business we didn't notice!

New Year Greetings were exchanged, hugs were freely given and best wishes were wished, followed by more rawking.



And as it is the case with Rawk and Rawl, the booze started to flow as well. Suffice to say, I got hammered and sang my heart out while playing GH in my back yard.

Here is a run down of what my new year was: dancing merengue with my mom in the kitchen, playing videogames with my nephew and my friends, good beer and good wine, 25 cents Cherry Coke, laughs, firecrackers, screaming VIKINKI!, seeing my good friend Lili run around the backyard with my nephew while in high heels, my mom playing GH, jamming at 6 am, getting laid in the bathroom, Niko's potato salad, Chinese breakfast and tea, and falling asleep at the table while we had breakfast and on the car on the way back home.

I woke up the 31st at 7.30 in the morning, and I went to bed on the 1st at 10am. Slept for about 6 hours, woke up and took two Tylenol and a chilled glass of fruit punch, and I am proud to say: No hangover.

How was your New Year's?

This was a GREAT way to start my year... all I can say is: EXCELSIOR!