IT'S 2011

Interesting little bit of information that would be useful for you if you ever want to know my age......You take the first part of the year 20 and you add it to the second half of the year 11. So in the year 2011 I will be turning 20+11=31. This doodad will work all the way until the year 2099 20+99=119 after which it no longer works. My guess is that I will be dead before then. Based on this information can you calculate which year will be my hundredth? Good Luck.

Well this new years was fun. I've been stressing and trying to find the right combination of events to attend but nothing seemed to fit. In the end some friends and I hit up a house party at the Stark's, went to the last hour of the YSA Dance and then to the Simnitts for their annual after NYE party.

 I was dared to take a shot of the lady in the car next to me. All I got was this creepy shot of my own finger

The only part of the night I had my camera out was when we desperately were trying to get the Martinellis open.

This is when our plan went south

Breakage. It's normal to break glass beverage bottles in high school parking lots.

To drink or not to drink?

Me drinking upside down. I'm impressive.

We shot off some ineffective fireworks and decided that "They just don't make them like they used to." I seem to remember ground blooms taking flight...anyone else? We worked ourselves into a tizzy over the $15 dollar entrance fee for the YSA activity then were able to finagle "free" at the door. I learned all about Political Science Majors (they don't just give their love away), drank from a busted bottle of Martinellis, showed up at the wrong high school before the right, was spun out of my mind while dancing with Mr. New Zealand, didn't end up with any free hoagies (even though weird coat guy had 2!), touched (not groped) multiple heinies and tooshes, Wished Raj a happy new year, purchased a "baby" gulp, and got wasted on eggs. My gravitational pull was off a bit but I felt good considering Dags somehow got away with wearing a bathrobe out for the night.

Oh and I also was the recipient of unrequited love. Is that the way you phrase it? Like when you express interest in someone and they basically give you a crazy face look back? Yep that happened too. In the middle of the dance floor. I think because of my unrequited love, Evergreen High school may be a ruined spot on the map for me. Hopefully I never have to go there again. Too many painful memories mixed with happy dance memories and spinning. I'm torn.

I'll go back if they offer me a free Hoagie. But then and only then.