Well, it could have been a worse new year's eve.
Then again, it could've been better.
B can be such a fucking killjoy.
I knew I'd end up having to ditch all our other friends because he was pouting and whining about all sorts of various shit, namely not getting drunk enough. Nevermind that *I* was DD, completely sober on new year's, and that we'd gone to the liquor store and I bought him whatever the fuck he wanted. Promtly at 11:30 he wanted to leave the little 6-person get together at K's and go watch the fireworks show in town. In the interest of keeping the peace, we went up there and watched the show, then I took B home. There was no point in staying out; the one place I wanted to be, I couldn't be.
So upon arriving home and just wanting to drink myself to sleep, I find my 15 year old sister on the floor of my room, talking on the phone, piss drunk for the first time in her life. She'd downed a shitload of vodka from my parent's liquor cabinet, and not 5 minutes after I arrived home, she was puking her guts out in my bathroom, barely able to hold her head up. She kept blubbering apologies and making me pinky swear not to tell my parents. After an hour and a half, I was finally able to rinse the puke from her hair, put her to bed and wash the puke off my hands. WHAT A NIGHT.
Next year, I'm fucking staying home, ordering chinese food and watching porn all night. Being a loser is underrated.
Then again, it could've been better.
B can be such a fucking killjoy.
I knew I'd end up having to ditch all our other friends because he was pouting and whining about all sorts of various shit, namely not getting drunk enough. Nevermind that *I* was DD, completely sober on new year's, and that we'd gone to the liquor store and I bought him whatever the fuck he wanted. Promtly at 11:30 he wanted to leave the little 6-person get together at K's and go watch the fireworks show in town. In the interest of keeping the peace, we went up there and watched the show, then I took B home. There was no point in staying out; the one place I wanted to be, I couldn't be.
So upon arriving home and just wanting to drink myself to sleep, I find my 15 year old sister on the floor of my room, talking on the phone, piss drunk for the first time in her life. She'd downed a shitload of vodka from my parent's liquor cabinet, and not 5 minutes after I arrived home, she was puking her guts out in my bathroom, barely able to hold her head up. She kept blubbering apologies and making me pinky swear not to tell my parents. After an hour and a half, I was finally able to rinse the puke from her hair, put her to bed and wash the puke off my hands. WHAT A NIGHT.
Next year, I'm fucking staying home, ordering chinese food and watching porn all night. Being a loser is underrated.
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[Edited on Jan 04, 2005 9:55PM]