It's 2009. Hard to believe. I remember as a child asking my mom "will I still be alive when the year 2000 gets here?" It seemed so "futuristic" in the 1970's. I hope everyone had a fun (and safe) time ringing in the new year. We went to a party at the house of good friends. Sara was my roommate through most of my college years. Though her now husband was not officially a college roommate, he did live across the street from us. Oh, I could tell stories. But I won't. For each story I could tell about Sara, she could tell two about me. I am sure there are more about her, but I just can't remember them because I was usually in an altered state of mind whenever she was acting up.
Compared to the stories I am reading online and the drunk dialers who called me from Kansas at midnight Eastern Standard Time, my evening was nothing compared to others. My drunk dialing friend didn't even make it to midnight Central Standard Time. I hear there are pictures. My recent hangover from our Holiday Party is too fresh in my mind and just the thought of vodka, or any other alcohol, makes me dry heave, so I drank iced tea all night. I can't shake a hangover like I used to.