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I'm home! After like 10 days of zero contact to anybody.... Ohh I love the sound of my keyboard and the clicks and pops and hums of all those spam pop-ups..... Pure bliss!

Anyway.

Sylvester kind of sucked at the beginning. First, on the way to some restaurant, my father lost control of the car and we crashed into a mountain of snow and we had to wait for like an hour for the dude with the truck to pull us out. So much for the start of my New Year's Eve. Later that evening: One - I repeat: one - bottle of champagne for three (!) people and a few half-hearted remarks on the 'beautiful' evening. I realized how damn pissed and bored I was when E told me she'd drink to me so I told father I'd go to the village to watch the firecracker-show they were gonna make at 12:30. And I did. And guess how fucking happy I am that I did.
On my way up I met some of my old friends I'd made ages ago during some holiday or the other and of course the first comment was "Omg we have to drink to this!" Aaand we did.
One of those friends was my old crush from maybe like 4 years ago. Manu - we call him Don for short, which is short for Don Juan, which is a (I confess) pretty mean hint at his bad luck with girls - was completely stoned and kept whining about some girl who'd rejected him. I don't really understand why she did reject him, but I guess guys who don't have facebook, myspace or even msn and still cling on to their festzeit-profile are regarded at losers, no matter if they're good-looking or not.
3 champagne bottles and 2 beers later: I'd recited some lines of my role in our school play and Gioia (she won't ever read this anyway) now started approaching random people and screaming "Greatness is merely a question of attitude" into their faces. Awkward as it was, it was fun, too.
I came home through the terrace window-door-thingy reeking of alcohol, and I prayed no-one would notice. I guess God exists after all. I took a shower and almost broke my neck because I slipped and then D called me, equally drunk if not even more, and we had a conversation of around 5 minutes that consisted of him trying to tell me "he missed me and was sorry for I-don't-remember-what and wanted me back and all that" and me giggling all the time because he sounded funny.

So much for my New Year.

/P.