for new years, it had been PLANNED that it would be only about 4 or 5 of us, 6 at most, for a laid back evening. we were planning on walking over to
the doorbell rings. heeeeeeeeeeeeeey, it's
the doorbell rings. it's lauri and fry!
the doorbell rings. it's
the doorbell rings. it's steve!
the doorbell rings. it's
the door opens, and it's andrea and joel coming home from the store!
the doorbell rings. it's
the doorbell rings. it's pattie and her husband!
*looks around* um....... alrightee, then. i thought it would be a party of five, not a party of five... times three.
we mingle, we drink. we all parade over to
.... we hear a knock at the door. it's jessie, and he's moved his ENTIRE party over to OUR house!
things are spilled. i thought a fight would break out between fry and pattie's husband (fry direly insulted the Pumpkins...)... my brother made me sing in front of everyone, but i was so intoxicated by this point that i couldn't remember how to STRUM my guitar, let alone add WORDS to it. i remember daniel sitting next to me on the floor, grinning at me. every once in awhile, i would feel a tug on my sleeve and i would look down, and daniel would clambor up my arm to give me a gigantic grinning hug.
we all love daniel.
felt like ASS the next day. thank goodness those type celebrations only come around once a year or so.
we had bought TONS of hard alcohol, and were terrified that everyone would drink it all. not only did we have about half our hard stuff left the next day, but people had left us about 2 cases worth of various beer.
now there's no room in the fridge for food. meh, we didn't need to eat.