The New Year
As we ushered in the 06 here in Santa Cruz, I thought of this Deathcab for Cutie song.
¨So this is the new year.
And I don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal.
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
So this is the new year.
And I have no resolutions.
For selfl assigned penance.
For problems with easy solutions.
So everybody put your best suit or dress on.
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn.
As thirty dialogues bleed into one.
I wish the world was flat like the old days.
Then i could travel just by folding a map.
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways.
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.
There'd be no distance that could hold us back.
So this is the new year.¨
New Years festivities here are pretty much like any party during the year, but with funny hats, none of which I could wear thanks to my huge had. I went out with of my lady friend and her friends out to some party on the fourth ring. There I was acosted by two small children who kept on asking me to say words in english. Then like most weekends it started to rain, tropical style. So the head of this house took us all to his restaurant, and nice place downtown. We stayed until after midnight, when my friend wanted to hit up Equi Petrol for some clubbin. Leaving the fresh steaks in my hungered state we went dancing for a few hours. Whenever I got back home I was starving so I went walking around the clubs near my house. There I found a lady selling hamburgers, which I chowed down on at 4 o´clock in the morning.
Josh, Jesse, Jonas, Jamie, Bargo, Aaron, Audrey, Rachel, Hannah...my dear friends, I love you all and may there be more happy new years to come.
2 Comments:
Well I do love him, but in the way I enjoy a good hot dog, which I haven´t had in a long time. Booger I love you you crazy gay man. I will yell at somebody here for you in an obnoxiously loud voice.
i miss you richard. i really do. with your ever-so-cool jcrew-esk jackets and pimpin stylish hair, it's not the same here in the usa without you. come home soon, lest we be forced to drink from the bossums/breasts of the kool-aid man (as "the cunning linguist" put it so simply). please come back soon, richard.
don't be brave, just run.
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