So that was it, Erika and I have decided to have a New Year’s Eve party at the castle. Talked to Megan, and she is coming with Josh (I would only assume), Holly and Will (don’t know them, but would love to meet them) and possibly June. Talking to Trevor and Collette tomorrow. If anybody else is down for some “Kick 2003’s ass goodbye” partying let me know. The more the merrier.

I think we are going to start things off around 9:00pm. Bring some beer! Or champaigne if you want something to drink at midnight!

Indeed, that was just the kind of night last night was. Erie, strange, an air of mist that surrounds you with party funk. It was one of those parties that while it is not the craziest I have been to, nor will it ever (there is always next friday), it had a sense of nostalgia to it. The select group of friends showed up in just the right amounts. Perfectly balanced in relationship to each other. Your friend’s best friend never heard of you, thus making another aquaintence along the way.

I was proud of someone whom I know he knows I am talking about, but obviousness has never kept me from proclaiming the sky is blue. You were there so I don’t have to tell you that was cool. I wasn’t, I had to be told second hand instead of seeing it with my own eyes.

I had to leave a little early last night, that would also explain the time of this post, and I have been at work for over an hour and a half now. Don’t cry for me, just throw more good times and alcohol my way. Friendships that are only maintained after achieving a particular blood alcohol level. Friends names, while unable to remember them on a day to day basis, quickly come back only after a few beers with good friends has occured.

Dave’s was great last night. I got to see a lot of the friends I used to venerate. I got to drink away any concerns of life that had bothered me during the day. I want to spend more time with these people. They speak to me in ways my other friends could only hope to attempt. Sheree, Bret, Richard, Dave, Cleve, Christian, and others who’s names have not yet come to me, I only hope we can do this again; Soon.

After today’s experience with my mother, I could only hope that a get-together could happen again tonight. It was not a good day for me. I don’t know what is wrong with her exactly, but I have been a nervous wreck all day. All morning my thoughts raced through events of catastrophic proportions. A car being driven over the side of a bridge. An empty hotel room. Never hearing from her again. Isolation.

The weight I placed upon my shoulders has been lifted after hearing from her tonight, well, hearing of her is more accurate. Tomorrow is another day, and in little more than a week, another year. If only I could make it come faster. Another night of being with friends, telling stories, fabricating the already frayed truth. Drinking to more good times.

you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
dude.

what type of lame scenester are you?
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I think I have contracted a grave disease. One by which only the strong live to tell the story to their grandchildren.
Tonsillitis. Speachless.

Going bowling tonight. I have had my mind on so many other things that I haven’t even had the time to think about updating. But here I am, bored at work, and updating. Go figure.