There's Only One Way To Bring In The New Year.

I really wish i had a chance to make an "end of the year" blog like everyone else did. But some things just don't happen the way you plan for them to. For instance, doing all of the following:

Started out last week with a pop-up kicker at the Clores'.

I created a ridulously stoops handshake with her.


Cholo & Cholita.


Chyeah.


Went to TAO with the help of Nate Dogg. Two words: THE CRAZE.

The TAO TEAM.


Too bad these suckers didn't know about the side entrances.


The view from our section.


Happy New Year!


As you can see, I had no contact with the outside world that night.


The GF threw a Cowboys and Indians party.

She tried to be cool and be the only girl dressed as a cowboy... or, cowgirl?


But then Catherine came and thought that she would be the only cowgirl too. I told those breezies to kill themselves.


We stayed true, and assumed the proper attire.


Round em' up Ruth, Pocahontas, Shootin' Sally, & Sacagawea.


See the bitterness and anger shared amongst the two conflicting groups?


They've been shocked... "Cultureshock"ed that is!


It went from, "nice little themed get-together," to "drunkfest" really fast.
Exhibit #1.


Exhibit #2.


Exhibit #3.


Exhibit #4.


...and now I rest my case.


Check the aftermath.


Thanks Albert.


And these are what I have from The 2009 Bombshell.
JCK in the back.


Coolguy Mitch & "Gettin' em" Francis.


My breezies.


The coolest people at the party.


And this was pretty much how i saw everything last night.


Now it's time to get some rest and say goodbye to 2008.


...with a middle finger of course.


Photos courtesy of Marilu, Monic, Rachel, and iPhone.