I've decided I like being a homebody. It makes going out that much more interesting..Parties have never really been my thing anyways, and if I end up at one, there is one of three possible outcomes that it results in. 1) I get in trouble with an authoritative figure. 2) I talk too much about...things... 3) I end up on top of something. I remember New Years was lots of fun. A few friends and I swiped a bottle of wine and went out into the middle school parking lot singing Bowie songs. We opened the door to my friend's house so we could hear Conan O'Brian countdown the new year all the way from the parking lot. And we lit sparklers. And then we went streaking on the track field. Then the sprinklers turned on. And it was awkward. But I did learn that night that I can run really fast if I set my mind to it. I wish I was in SoHo right now. My dad's talked about it, but I've never gotten to see it. Actually, I wish I was in Happy Jack. They have alligators and really big fish and lots n' lots of shrimp.
I'm a homebody... but that could be because I simply have nowhere to go. I do not party. I am so not cool enough to par-tay... but we've been over this, have we not? That sounds... crazy. I wish I was Happy Jack. He wasn't tall, but he was a man.
