Happy new year!

I'm not making resolutions this year. That's a good sign, I think. I don't feel like I have to eat healthier (thought I totally should) or lose weight or find a better job. I would like to be more adventurous, but it's not something that I just thought of on Jan. 1, so I don't think it counts as a resolution. Maybe cook more. That's a good one. And watch less MTV.

I spent NYE in Phoenix with my friend Laura. We hardly ever get to see each other, so when we do it's nice that there's an excuse to drink. I flew out of the Stockton airport, if you can call it that. It's pretty much two rooms: one for checking in, and another for waiting. The problem with the waiting room is that there's no bathroom or water. So do get either, you need to leave and come back through security. Isn't that ridiculous? With the laws being what they are, at least put an Aquafina vending machine over there. Anyway, the flight was uneventful, and no one tried to have a conversation, which made my day.

As soon as I got there I wanted to eat, so we hit up: Wal-Mart. I love supermarkets over restaurants because the choices are so much better. However, I bought Goldfish crackers, popcorn and soda. So maybe a restaurant would've been healthier. But I was on vacation! Phoenix Wal-Mart was a hell of a lot nicer than Stockton Wal-Mart. There were still the obligatory harried-looking soccer moms and slow-moving elders with coupons, but it seemed more spacious and clean and organized. Or maybe I just hate Stockton and project my feelings onto everything I see, including Wal-Mart.

After bingeing, we went over to her old roommate's to get ready, then went to his friend's to drink a little beforehand. He's a fun guy. Who wanted to smuggle vodka into the bar.

He should've worn bigger pants.

The bar we went to, Casey Moore's, was fun. It wasn't a NYE-destination place, which was awesome, because there was no cover and fewer hoochies. But they didn't even pass out Champagne for a toast! The countdown was really random - one guy started doing it, and everyone was like, "Oh, is it time?" So who knows if we celebrated right, but it doesn't really matter.

Then Laura and I took off and stopped by the burrito place, because what better way to break all possible resolutions at once? (Swearing, drinking, smoking, eating disgusting foods late at night ...) But it was the perfect way to end the night, because the cashier guy totally gave us roses! Even after I was accidentally a little patronizing and said "Por favor" and other lame Spanish shit in an attempt to be friendly.