New Years:

Every year seems to get worse and worse, so an occassion like this where the day and the celebration truly rocks, I gotta hand it to my friends, my friends right now. not my so called friends from years past.

I had absolutely nothing planned. I just wanted to stay and home and drink my 17 dollar champagne.

Then I get a message that one of friends had actually rented out a freakin club VIP room and hotel! I was george dubya on air force one when I stepped up the red velvet stairs up to the VIP room overlooking 5 go-go dancers and the dance floor. The club was in Santa Ana, and as my friend says "you could be the ugliest muther fucker on earth but get a fine ass girl in Santa Ana because of your car".

many shots of complementary petrone already there and many shots of jack from a private bar upstairs later, the countdown began.

10 seconds into 2007 i remembered to blow her a kiss, she's on the other side of the world, but i had promised to send her a hug and kiss through the air.

a most memorable night.

so when my friends tell me that there are other parties goin on that i'm not invited to, thats totally cool, because i had the best fuckin party ever and they missed it, just because they are too proud to give me a call and ask what i'm doing.

of course, i guess one could say that i was too proud to give them a call, but hey.... you gotta ask yourself..... who's party sounds like it was better???