New Year, Old Friends

So I'm finally catching up on New Years. I think I took at least 100 pictures between New Years Eve and New Years Day. So for every picture you see here, know that there are about 10 more that you aren't seeing. It was actually really hard to narrow down to just these 18, believe it or not.

(And even though I am certified to teach math, I am not the best at it. Well at multiplication facts anyways.)

First, I should introduce Kristin. She went to high school with Emily and myself. She is absolutely crazy. She is one of those people that can entertain and make an an entire room laugh and never even realize that all eyes are on her. She is definitely the reason I have a thousand photos from that night (and why I had sore abs the next few days).

Here is Emily, Kristin and myself at dinner pre-New Years Eve party.

I'm not sure what was said, but I am pretty sure I know who said it. This is George, Emily's husband, by the way.

So I took a picture of nearly everyone at the party drinking out of this gianormous champagne bottle. But this one made the cut because of the guy lurking in the background. When I looked back on my pictures of the evening, this guy was always lurking around Kristin somewhere. In fact, he was lurking right until the point of the big ball dropping. Where he tried to kiss her. And she tried to run. But only got away with giving him the most awkward looking peck I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

It's getting very close to midnight and the lurking is just getting beyond obvious.

Midnight!

George's reaction to the awkward move by the guy trying to kiss Kristin.

Girl picture with myself, Kristin, Emily, Jessica (my roommate) and Kelly.

The next night we decided to take easy. And by easy, I mean go out downtown and stay out until 4:30am. Easy.

But we met up with Jon Ray who also went to our high school. He also happened to be my prom date many moons ago. For some weird reason we posed like this for the photo. Maybe in remembrance of the awkward prom photos???

Kristin bought some funky teeth because I guess she thought she just wouldn't be able to get a funny photo out of herself that night.

I thought they were just going to pose on the tree stump for a photo. But I guess instead of just smiling normally Kristin felt the need to re-enact the awkward kiss from the night before.

(Not really, but I am not sure what is going on here.)

It took about a million photographs before I finally got this one.

This puts a different twist on how to pose for a photo.

This is a bad photo, but it shows almost all that you need to get the humor of the comment I made about this guy. Someone was making fun of his ridiculous gloves with holes for the fingers and the not so cute hoody. So he said in response, "I don't wear things cause they are trendy." And I was able to immediately come back with, "you're wearing skinny jeans!"

Truly, nothing screams I don't wear trendy clothes like skinny jeans. I just wish I would've captured the skinny jeans in the photo.

After we left the bar, we decided to go over to Jon's apartment that is basically downtown. Now, Emily met his little brother recently and warned Kristin and I that he was hot. That was all Kristin needed to hear to decide that was the man she'd focus her attention to.

Maybe I should mention that he wasn't out at the bars because he was already passed out. And not just passed out, but laying in the middle of the living room face down, passed out. I haven't seen such a sight since college. But we walked in their apartment, and Kristin immediately took to him.

And she took to the microphone...may I add that there was no music?

I'm getting called out for something (probably for the one billionth photo I've just taken for the evening). Oh, and notice one leg of skinny jean man!

I think he's taking a liking to Kristin as well.

I'm just not sure what is happening here.

Two last things from the night. We played Catch Phrase a good portion of the evening. But when Kristin would get it she would get someone to guess it right but would keep going just for the fun of it. So me being a few drinks into the night, I may have blurted out at one point when I realized it was time to pass it to her, "Aww man, I hate you!"

Let's talk about awkward things you don't mean to say. I mean, there's just only so many ways you can try to back walk that one and NONE of them are at all productive at getting your point across or at getting yourself out of the dog house. I think I may still be in the dog house for that one!

...I'm sorry Kristin! I meant, I hate the way you play, not you!!!

But the other thing. I realized VERY shortly there after that I had drank PLENTY of Salty Dogs (random drink choice Emily and I save for random moments. But what's more random is that Jon's apartment had all the ingredients for a Salty Dog, which is what we had already been drinking all night.). So I went to the restroom with the hopes of texting Emily something about leaving. I typed the message, "It's past 400am, should we go?" and almost sent it but was able to luckily catch myself before I made awkward moment number two and texted it to her phone, which we were playing Catch Phrase on (iPhone has an app for that). So instead I texted it to myself.

But I never received my text. Which I didn't think anything of, just went to my sent box and said to Emily, "look at this text I just got!" It all worked out, we left within fifteen minutes. But the reason I mention it is because the next day I got this bizarre text saying, "It's past 930am, should we go eat? You're buying." But the number was my number, just the area code for Austin (instead of my good ole' College Station area code). I didn't put two and two together. So after a few hilarious texts back and forth I realized two things 1) I was too drunk to even text myself correctly the night before and 2) the Austin version of my phone number is a pretty cool person!

That I may, or may not, drunk text in the future.

But only after I've accomplished the task of telling someone I hate them.