minimal.flash.photography.please.

yeah so, happy 09 thingy.

yeah.

so....new year's resolution numero uno, always designate a driver...EVEN IF YOU AREn'T PLANNING ON GOING ANYWHERE.

I definitely participated in a fiasco of events that technically were influenced by alcohol. yep...lots of alcohol.

I rarely drink, and when i do, I get three inches from plastered and then stop so that I A, won't get date raped, B, know what I'm doing, and C, don't throw up. Never throw up.

Never thrown up (from alcohol).

HAte throwing up (from anything).

So....I brought a few friends to another friend's apartment. There was intoxication liquids at my friend's apartment that I arrived at, with other friends that I brought, who brought intoxication liquids with them. There were friend's at my friend's apartment already who had also brought intoxication liquids with them.

My friend who owns the apartment also had bought-en (not a word) intoxication liquids.

Yes, we arrived there at the exact beginning of 2009.

Yes, I voluntarily stepped into the circle of inebriation...and I drug others with me. Lots and lots of others. Almost all the others.

Two of the "others" chucked. That is when the party became abbreviated. People left. Others left. Others helped clean up.

Specifically, one of the inebriated others wandered outside....to...get fresh air?... and from the bits and pieces of details given to me....this inebriated wandering other, which we will name "drunk waldo" for short (and for kicks, but not sneakers), feel asleep for a good twenty minutes on the outside of a building, in a corner, on the inside of a small glass room with an atm.

Right after "drunk waldo" disappeared from the scene, we began to search for him. We checked every floor in the apartment building (5 of those existed), the parking garage, the parking lot area, both stair cases, the elevator, and then we proceeded our search outside.

We didn't find him for like 40 minutes. I freaked, others freaked, another and I almost cried because its easy for inebriated people to cry and its even easier for "drunk waldo"s to kill themselves on a busy street.

Did I mention my friend's apartment is on a busy street?

My friend's apartment is on a busy street.

We found him in a restaurant lot wandering around...2 blocks down.

wow.

the first half of the night was full of unspeakable stupid fun.....the second half was just stupid.

oh well.

needless to say...there are lessons to be learned here:

go to lame parties.

or not... but if you "or not" a lame party, and select another venue, provide minimal flash photography...you won't want to remember what you forgot that had happened that night.

yep.

happy new years everyone.

the deuces have been chucked.
act a fool.