2008: Fail.

Happy New Year! Sorry I couldn't post over my looong vacation, but I was too busy watching "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" on hulu.com.

I decided that I would make a resolution this year: no artists in '09. That lasted about thirty minutes past midnight. But, in my defense, it was a guy I dated three years ago. So that wasn't a new artist. I am not a complete failure.

I wrapped up '08 with a nice sunset session on the log. I just wanted to relax on the little waves all by myself. Maybe talk to Kris. Make some decisions about leaving Margaritaville. But nooooo, this stupid SUP'er kept back paddling me. Now, there are many problems with SUP'ers, but what really frosted me what that he made so much noise. It was really quiet, no one else was out, I was enjoying the solitude, and here he is splashing all around with his oar and falling off his board even though it was almost flat.

Then I almost stayed in, but my neighbors' fireworks display ensured that I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I went to a party. I gave the host a bottle of champagne. Then I walked around looking for other opened bottles, saw none, went back and grabbed my gift and started drinking it. Classy. I'd say the high point was that one of my friends had the Valentino heels that I've been coveting for weeks. Also, at the end of the night they played Lil Wayne's "Mrs. Officer." Luckily I was too drunk to find my phone and drunk-dial Carey.

Does anyone else feel that getting group text messages about holidays is more insulting than getting no text at all?