New Year, New Explosions!

Its 2009 and what better way than to ring in the new year than with firecrackers! In the middle of small side road in a cramped beach town with four drunk boys and a bucket full of firecrackers, we...well, we almost blew up Aggie's truck. Not to mention I almost lost some part of my body when one of the rockets exploded a little too close to me! For a "party" I wasn't too keen to go to, we had a great time downing a handle of Crown Royale while doing an irish jig to Flogging Molly. And when you have to tell your friend to stop biting and to make sure he isn't peeing in the mason jar his champagne is in, you know its gonna be one hell of a night! Somewhere along the way one of the guys made a hat with a brim and ear flaps out of a coors light box, which later became a lauch pad for bottle rockets while still on his head. I must say that one of the other boys had a firm behind, which I was instructed to slap as hard as I could. And between pornoprahic texts to Saturday Morning (who may never forgive me), cell phone pics of my boot coming down on Aggie's...um, lap, and listening to Rhythm Nation all the while wondering when we were going to fall through the floor of a junker shack that cost $1500-1600 dollars a month, it was a good night. 2009 definitely began with a bang!