New Year's Parties

For once, this year didn't really see me partying too much. I had dinner with my aunt (mom's sister), uncle and family at their loft in Guadalajara and had a few drinks. Then my cousins, who I hadn't seen in 15 years, and I went out after the hour rang and went about to a few house parties around here in their neighborhood but I didn't really drink too much at any of them. Then we got back to the loft and started playing Scattergories. Normally, I'm pretty damn good at drunk Scattergories but I soon came to the horrible realization that a bilingual cunning linguist, I am not.

A bottle of 1800, 2 bottles of San Matias Gran Reserva and a few lines of cocaine later it was 7 am and I called it a night. I woke up feeling like a zombie at noon and cursed the day I was born.

Jam it back in, in the dark.