New Years 2009

Me: Ya, he's a really cool guy and obviously we all get along since he invited us to his New Years party. Although, when I think about it I don't actually know anything about him.

Xav: I heard a lot of the people who'll be there tonight are from his old frat and are all players.

Me: He was in a frat?

Xav: Ya. Weird, eh?

Me: So that means tonight will probably be really loud, with annoying people screaming "YA, LET'S LIVE OUT OUR OLD FRAT DAYS! WOOO! DRINK SOME BEERS!".... Or maybe they'll be just like frat guys in pornos. "Hey guys, let's live out our old frat days... oh ya man, I love it when you do that to me..." *kissing/sucking noises* "ooohh, yaaa"

Xav, laughing: Urgghhhh, you wish...

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New Years turned out to be a really fun party, with Xav, Mike, Mike's GF, Tim, Liz and others who's names don't need to be said. The host had lots of ex-frat friends, making the party a bit of a sausagefest (High five for me!). Normally I'd find these type of people irritating, but I was in a great mood yesterday night so I didn't negatively stereotype anyone and took everything with a grain of salt. I even managed to, miraculously, pace my drinking so that I wasn't a drunken mess by 2am.

Most of the guests being frat guys, they were big into homoerotic joking, involving lots of body contact and humping (High five for me! x 2):
Frat Guy1: I WANT TO KISS MAN.
Frat Guy2: OH BABY, DO IT RIGHT NOW. I WANT YOU SO BAD ON ME.
The two guys hug, rub each other's asses and start humping.
Me, watching and thinking: DO IT! DO IT! MAKEOUT! MAKEOUT!, DO IT! MAKEOUT!

I even joined in on it a bit:
Frat Guy3: ARE YOU TRYING TO TOUCH ME ASS?
Me: I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD BUT YOU'RE TOO FAR AWAY.
Everyone laughs. Liz and Mike's girlfriend look at me with raised eyebrows. I just smile.

There was one really good looking guy there. Apparently, he had wanted my Europe travel-buddy and I to visit him in Sweden last year, but it was too out of the way for us. I would have definitely loved to visit him, knowing his personality and how he looks now. He was really friendly and I had my eye on him a lot that night. He surprisingly closely resembles MuchMusic's (Canada's equivalent to MTV) Devon Soltendieck.


Mike's girlfriend noticed where my eyes were looking pretty often, so she felt the need to come over and and tell me that opposite to how all the guys are acting tonight, the Devon Soltendieck look-alike is really straight and has a girlfriend. Oh well, too bad. I had a good time joking around with him, as he took random shit from around the house and stuck it in his pants pretending he had a massive erection.

Come 5:30am, we were all dead and most people left. My posse of friends stuck around and all fell asleep in the living room. I was awake again by 6:30am. I was still drunk, but all I wanted to do was get home and enjoy my rapidly arriving hangover at home. I got dressed up and went out into the pre-dawn morning.

It's a weird feeling, being awake at 6:30am, outside on New Years day. No one's awake. No cars to be seen. Being far out in a West-island suburb (Fun/Useless fact: Montreal is an island), there are only small buildings and I'm starring right out onto the frozen river. I think that was the first time I have even been awake that early in the last year, before the sun has risen. I decided to snap a few pictures.



I waited out in the cold, for the infrequent bus that could start my 1.5 hour journey home.

I've slept the day away and now my hangover-headache is finally gone, with the help of some 1-handed fun. Masturbating is the greatest headache cure.