The day after New Year's Eve was a lovely day, primarily because it was my certain special someone's birthday but also because of that few seconds when we believe in all our hopes and dreams for the new year...
Soon enough though, reality sets in and as we ventured out for bloody marys, we noticed remnants of the previous evening.
This bottle of Veuve Cliquot that was most certainly coddled and loved...is now just a battered trash item...don't we love being fickle:
It's nice to be a princess in a tiara isn't it?
When you're hailing that cab at 7 in the morning, mascara staining your cheeks and breath potent enough to kill, you're NOT so much of a princess anymore, are ya darlin'?
Looks like someone one's New Year's resolution was to quit hitting the bong!
Or perhaps to throw out an old, ugly bong for a nicer, even bigger one?? hmmn? hmmn?
It was a freezing cold night so this girl certainly did not take off her pantyhose because it was too hot!!
Or perhaps it was too hot in the backseat of that cab!!
And in the end, dreams of rockstardom are also thrown out when you realize, "I'm a really shitty guitar player-forget this charade!"
It's almost the mid-January point...How are your hopes and dreams for 2004 working out for ya???