Where were you - new years eve 1999??

do you record all your phone calls in your diary? hipforum posts too?

do we know who patrick and greg and wes are?

 

only the cool kids do

 

yeah... i was just testing you guys to see if you knew...

:leaving:

 

Thank you as well.

 

haha, *secret handshakes*

 

haha sorry they were my best friends back in the day, unfortunately patrick moved to another state as did wes. Greg and i kinda drifted away but i still talk to em all.

 

Yes I Have Kept A Full Diary Since 1983 Starting With Me Building This House.

All Messages Left On The Answering Machine Likewise....

Hip Forum Posts, No, Except For Post Count Milestones,

And Boogs Invitation For Us To Meet Up In 5 Years....



Cheers Glen.

 

I dont remember. I was 10. I was probably outside banging pots and pans.

 

you should really do that in the house or you might get charged with indecent exposure...

 

Hahaha good one.

 

I was at my best friend's house, beginning a long-running tradition that only ended this past year when we moved to separate states. My mom originally didn't want me to go because she didn't know what was going to happen. Eventually she let me go, but not unless I brought a box of frozen waffles. Because when the power goes out from all of the computers in the world crashing, or when we're on the run hiding out from God's wrath or aliens or doomsday looters, you know what's going to save our asses? You know what's really gonna hit the spot?

Frozen. Motherfucking. Waffles.

My mother was, and continues to be, batshit crazy.

 

I was trippin' my face off in a garage somewhere in the Chicago Suburbs with a bunch of people I didn't know. Salient memories: There was a sparkling wine fight/pop the cork off and some girl got shot in the eye with a cork and writhed for several minutes on the floor silently - that was fucking horrible, weird and awkward. Weird because I was filled with admiration because she wasn't howling dramatically in pain.

I stepped outside and found myself eavesdropping on a phone call between some guy who was calling his mother at the stroke of midnight. I thought it was really sweet and it kind of warmed my heart, so when he got of his phone I turned to him and said, "that was beautiful man." He looked at me with disgust and said "fuck off hippie." The guy looked exactly like Robert DeNiro circa 1978 - in fact he looked more like Robert DeNiro than Robert DeNiro.

 

Yeah, no shit, that's fucking depressing.

 

Okay now I feel old and boring.

 

Drinking too much , and then praying to the porcelain god for the 1st time.
1st NYE with my now hubby , too.
He held my hair back while I cursed at the bitch in the other room who had the nerve to laugh at me .(well, I also just really didn't like her)

 

I was 6. I was at a party hosted by my late grandfather. It was on the roof of one of the apartment buildings that his company redeveloped in the warehouse district. There were lots of people there, including my whole family and some close friends. From up there I watched the fireworks show on the Mississippi river. Then a couple friends and I got yelled at by my uncle for filling a room up with fog from a fog machine. I miss my granddad.

 

jurassic park

 

I was about 9 years old I think, drinking red lemonaid and playing pinball with my brother, sister, and maybe one or two other kids in a pub in a tiny mining town, while a bunch of adults drank and played pool most of the night. There were liturally less than 20 kids in the whole town so it wasn't a big deal just giving us a few dollars and let us play with the games.

I dont remember a whole lot about the night but I do remember the countdown, and the second everyone screamed "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" I noticed some drunk chick going around hugging everyone. She ran over to me, yelled "Happy New Year!" and gave me a great big hug

 

getting drunk in my friends basement playing drinking games

Details get fuzzy after being asshole 3 times in a row.

 

I was 18 by the way! It's all good