My initial plan for new years was to answer emails, nap, meet up with folks, and get drunk.... this worked to a degree, but not the way it was planned. My nap was disturbed by Magic calling about the karaoke.. (sorry I didn't sound like I knew what was going on ... I was a napping!) and it went down hill from there. I watched the ball drop on New York at 11pm CST and started to wonder about the rest of the plans for new years. I made an executive decision to throw pants on and head to the 'Box. All was well with my $35 dollar tab in one hour. I was next to the precious “Cj's sister” and Tad with his iPhone.

Post last call and clean up I headed the gas station to get mixers where I was sucked into a conversation about Consequo and steroids.... ug. I got to Carlos's place to join in the game of Circle of Death. All was well but (Ashley's awesome!) I opted to drink 3/4ths a bottle of champaign as my drink of choice..wow.. Cooks.. really? Are you going to fuck me like that? Indeed it did. Two games of P and A later I opted out of the Cooks for Buche Light Beer. Cool. Stellar. Except it was 4am. Steph and Ashley leave (they have work in about six hours) and I am left with Carlos and Paulie watching Fear and Loathing.

Wow.

Carlos declares bedtime and we head out.

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Recap.. Do I miss the usual New Years with the crew - sure... I almost held out all evening long for them... At this point I am unsure what fell out. Do I regret going to the 'Box for New Years – no. if this is some sort of premonition for 2009 then so be it Half signs and tea leaves only do so much. Do I regret calling up Bruce for New Years – yes... but to get his ass in gear at 11.30pm would have killed all the plans.

Up next – 2008 new year resolutions that failed.. 2009 resolutions that have the same fate.