My dad and I were the only ones up at new year's. We screamed Happy New Year at the top of our lungs to the delight of our dogs and the despair of my mom. Then we popped the bottle of cheap Champegne, chugged the bottle in about 30 secs, and went to bed. Then I woke up, wrote '2008' on a piece of paper, and let it loose outside into the blizzard outside that had what felt like 30mph winds. It disappeared the moment my hand let go of it.
Not very a very good party, but my parents wanted it this way, instead of me going off to a friend's or going off to my dad's friend's gigantic house at the treeline that probably cost $7 million to build.
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