bliumchik | HAPPY NEW YEAR

Fun times! Drank vodka at Stan's, watched bits of Charlies Angels and bizarre movie with Beatles and electric shock and bollywood transvestites in. Crashed party belonging to Jess's randoms. Lay upside down on trampoline. Watched fireworks from well-appointed building site with aforementioned randoms and champagne. Achieved zen on Stan's lawn with mug of tea and semiconscious drunken bloke. (drunk not essential to state of zen, merely surreal accessory. tea HIGHLY necessary.)

In order not to abandon semiconscious Greg we carried a table and stools and some crackers and vodka downstairs. Also more tea. Party on lawn drew admiring glances, greetings, drunken hi-fives and requests for booze/pot from passing strangers. Stan's neighbours threw a sparkler at us. Greg woke up with craving for rosehip tea, cigarettes, gum. Vision totally fucked up but higher-order thinking capacity remarkably lucid, including verbosity and relevant information from anatomy class.

Remain pleasantly buzzed. Am proud of staying clear of sudden mood swing line. Rest of party has strolled down to Bondi beach to catch the sunrise, but Stan has cold and I am sort of sluggish from oncoming sobriety train. Perhaps also approaching dawn contributes. Also Laivi conked out on Stan's couch a few hours ago.

Whee?

ETA: Oh oh, and my new year's resolution is to be sparkly. Twas the fireworks at the building site (no srsly, it had scaffolding) and I was ruminating on last year's which was to have motivation, and how much that failed, and I said I should try an easier one. Then I considered the myth that how you spend your new year is symbolic for the year ahead, and my immediate surroundings were pretty sparkly (well okay just the skyline) and yeah.