Last night was the best new year I've ever had. We had to stand in front of a door for a half an hour holding some weird Persian items and shouting at people in Farsi and hugging complete strangers and getting really really weird looks from a bunch of too-much-makeup wearing ladies.
Then Natasha, Kariann, Thea, Carol, and I drank as much Charles Shaw Merlot as we could.
I'm not clear on some stuff, but Tasha and Kariann and I walked like 15 miles to the liquor store, talked about boys and how much, come May 2009, I will be all over Portland like Roxanne on gay boys.
It was great after that. I kissed Thea a bunch which was incredibly inappropriate for several reasons. We danced to strange Persian grooves, and my feet got stamped on a lot, and Vesta took care of me and we talked about boys (nobody ever wants to talk to me about anything but boys, and I'm really ok with that). I assured Roxanne that I would give up every jumpsuit in the entire world because I love her so much. Then Camron threw up and Danny and I wheeled around into poles and trees and stuff on this crazy little cart and I just now realized why my feet and legs are all bruised up.
We went to Danny's house and I wrote him some notes, then went to Roxanne's house and watched Flight of the Concords and slept a little bit.
This morning Danny and Roxanne and I went to Cafe on Park and ate giant pancakes and when they left I lay down in bed with my eyes closed for four hours.
There were about a million amazing photo ops during all this, and no one in the whole party had a camera.
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