bar toilets and champagne

I was just going to sit in my apartment all night, watch Lady Gaga drop the ball, and then go to bed. Keely begged me to go out. I'm glad she did. She said, "Nicole, I gotta kiss you at midnight!"

After last night I'm $110 dollars poorer, which isn't good when you're poor to begin with, but I'm willing to accept that. Now that I don't drink as much as I used to, I don't feel so guilty when I do.

You only live once, you know?

Manayunk was a mess. I had to park a bazillion miles away from Main Street. Keely and her friend Sarah came to retrieve me, however, so it wasn't too bad. There were literally people parked on sidewalks.

Keely, Sarah, Troy and I started off the night with a few shots. The girls got high together. They were amusing. Oh and I thought it was so cute how the girls kept looking out for me. "Nicole, if it's too much for you, you can stop, you don't need to take that shot, it's okay!"

Then we went to a house party up the street. An hour before the ball dropped, we headed down to Main Street. Every single bar had long lines to get in and ridiculous cover charges... like $60. We found a free bar.

It was so much fun dancing with Troy and Sarah and Keely. Sarah and I had a beer in one hand and champagne in the other. It was so much fun ringing in the New Year with them.

Keely hooked up with some random guy from California. She is fucking nuts. He tried to kiss me and I pushed that motherfucker off of me. I don't care how drunk I am, I am not making out with guys from California that I knew for 5 minutes. But I did kiss Keely, so I guess it's sort of like I kissed him too.

I actually had three New Year's kisses at midnight. One from Sarah, one from Troy, and one from Keely.

Oh and I dropped my phone into a toilet in another bar and retrieved it. If I get hepatitis, I will cry. The good news is that it was at a rather classy bar up the street from the shitty free bar that we went to first. Oh, and I flushed it before it fell in there. I keep trying to justify it. Personally, I don't care about germs. I just don't want to get syphilis on my finger or something. I would cry.

But personally, I feel like there is more dignity in getting syphilis on your finger from a bar toilet than making out with some random guy from California that you knew for 5 minutes.