Well, darlings, if you're reading this it means that you didn't die while attempting to ring in the new year. Congrats. I tried, trust me, but I was yet again thwarted by my liver's insistance in not imbibing in excessive quantities of alcohol. Damn you liver... I don't care if you hate me.
We went to this kid Bobby's house who lives basically in Old Town, then went to Zydeco's. It was so, so, so much fun. There was a good group of people there and the bartenders weren't outrageously bitchy (even though they were close. Fuckers.)
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