I would do it again...

There are many phrases that will get guys instantly excited/motivated. For me, on New Years Eve, 2006, it was "I EVEN SHAVED."

New Years is generally a really boring time for me. In 2005 I went up to the mountains with a nice-but-heavily-religious-girl I knew from high school and her two nice-but-boring friends. Being the only one who drank and the only one who could actually stay awake till midnight around two strangers and a girl I had hardly spoken to since high school was rather dull. The years before had had similar results.

In 2006, I spent New Years at home on winter break from college and met up with one of my few friends in town at the time. We shall call him Eric. Also around: 1. the female roommate of a close friend who I had once tickled (the roommate not the close friend) and 2. an ex-girlfriend of a buddy of mine from school who I once drunkenly made-out with (the ex, not the buddy. well.) Needless to say... there seemed to be options.

Eric, along with his rather annoying and conceited roommate, knew of a party going on that night, and ticklish-girl also said she knew of a house party for the countdown. After a few beers, we were on the road and our first stop was Eric's party in the fucking boons that caused us to do a few u-turns. There was a loud band, some drinks that were easily swiped, beer pong, and an annoying kid from high school that I used to frequently tease. Luckily I had grown out of that need-to-insult-others-in-order-to-feel-better-about-myself phase so I was rather pleasant with teased-high-school-kid. We are facebook friends now! [still don't like him]. Some tequila shots, jungle juice, and beer was consumed, beer pong was watched, toilet seats were peed on, and near fights broke out (not really my thing, thanks). (Wow I sound like such a douche-bro.)

Anyway, we soon left and ventured to our next party 20 miles away in a newer cookie-cutter community. The two-story house party we stumbled into was infected with kids a few years younger than us. Clearly we felt superior, but awkward since we felt like the old kids crashing the young party. Girl 1 (Ticklish-girl) was there, and she made the obligatory introductions. Before I even realized it... the countdown was already starting and I made sure to get close enough to ticklish girl and initiate some eye contact that we were destined to kiss at New Years (sidenote- my history of New Year's kissing is extremely limited and full of disapointment. This is likely the cause of part of my disdain for this holiday). Success!

I was pretty drunk after ringing in 2007, but I clearly wanted to make out more. However, after my suave "lets go outside" move turned awkward and without kissing, I was very much in the mood to leave.

On the drive back to Eric's house, I started to get text messages from Girl 2 (drunken-hookup) saying I should come hang out with her on the other side of the city. Take two rocks, put one down and drop the other 35 miles away. That's how far away she was. I was also moderately drunk and tired. I told her it was really far away and that she would be asleep by the time I got there just to put it into perspective. She however was having none of it, and in a drunken slip (I think) she lets go of "I EVEN SHAVED."

I'm on my way.

I chugged multiple glasses of water, laughed at Eric's roommate who says I should play hard to get (do you know who you're talking to), and got in my car. I sang with the music to stay awake and was very cautious of all the cars around me given my lack of sobriety. Oh yeah... and it was raining.

I finally made it, and she luckily didn't fall asleep. She introduced me to her boring friends and quickly took me to the basement to get busy on a couch in complete and utter darkness. It just wouldn't be the same after that, so I continued to not answer her drunken hookup calls once I was back at school.