Twenty Aught Six

You know how there are different kinds of hangover? I think I discovered a new one yesterday, on January 1st. I call it the Lager Auger. It felt sort of like my insides were being augered, and since i had been drinking Bruce County Lager the night before, well, is all made sense. Plus it rhmyed.

The new years party this year was exactly what it needed to be. It was our group of friends from high school, hanging out in the basement with a few younger siblings here and there. We had guitars and a drum and alcohol and our greatest traditions, and probably most importantly, we had fun. Some people played Duck Hunt on the NES I hooked up for the evening. Some people talked and caught up with people they hadn't seen ina year. Other's still picked up those guitars and played some stuff. The drums were played with an incredible fervour, and the drum jam turned awesome when we started beating James in the head as part of the beat. Motman swam down the stairs as is his annual perogative. Even E-dot over-indulged in the spirits and earned himself a puke name at long last. People even stayed to help clean, and it only took about fifteen minutes. Good times all around.

Here's to a new year!