First post of 2004. I'm very drunk, in a very good mood, and I've been singing doo-wop songs with my mom all night. We played a board game that has to do with 1990's trivia and I didn't win because all the questions I got had to do with Madonna and Melrose Place and I know little about either.
It's 2004. Wow. Going to be a very interesting year.
There was this New Year's Eve, in 1998, when Justin and I were separated by too many miles and a series of unfortune circumstances and events and coincidences made the night one of my worst on record. It was as if the fates conspired to ruin us. I'm not able to tell the whole story now and looking back at it, it wasn't as dramatic and depressing as I once thought, but it did start 1999 off with a whimper, not a bang.
Anyhow, Justin promised me a few days later that we would never, ever spend another New Year's Eve apart and he has kept that promise. Kissing him at midnight is something I will treasure every year as if it is a new gift.
Yea, the rum is talking. As is the champagne (say that like Christopher Walken). I'm one of those mushy, slobbering, love everyone in the world drunks. I only get drunk like twice a year so I tend to go all out and get totally smashed. I would kiss you if you were here.
I'm going to stop now before I regret it. I really just wanted to say, once again, Happy New Year everyone and I love you, Justin and I always will, hundreds of New Year's eves from now we will be two lost souls floating in space hanging onto each other.
Jesus, where's the bathroom? How far away is it? And please, not another round of In the Still of the Night.