Happy new year everybody! It's 2006!
I spent a bit of the night in Boston.
Not 'til midnight, but a good few hours.
I have a few funny stories.

I was standing by a fence, watching the new year parade thingy.
A guy walked up. He had a cool Jacket, so...
"I like your jacket."
"Yeah, it's great."
"Can I touch it?"
"A little weird... But hey, knock yourself out."
He stuck his arm out. I rubbed it...
"AWWW THAT'S A NICE JACKET... AWWWWWW YEAH."
"Okay now that's enough..."
"Can I stand uncofortably close to you?"
"You want me to beat the shit out of you?"
"Not Really."
"Okay then."

He had a slipknot pin on his backpack. I really wanted to say 'I listened to slipknot once. It gave me diarrhea.' but I didn't.

Another time, I was standing in a line to get French fries. I was in that line for FORTY-FIVE DAMN MINUTES! Through the 7:30 fireworks and everything. But, it was great. I asked a couple guys walking by if they wanted to be my friends.

"Yeah, sure we'll be your friends!"
"Ok, I'll add you two to my list!"

A bit later, I decided to start doing this:

"Jimmy... HEY JIMMY!"
I pointed at some guy and gestured for him to come towards me. He didn't.
"Jimmy, hey Jimmy come here!"
Then, from behind me, I heard...

"What's he saying?"
"Jimmy."
"Oh."

I spun around. A group of four people. All twentysomething, two guys, two girls. I only really focused on one guy and one girl, though, they were the most enthusiastic about me craaaaazy antics. The guy had a funky beard, and the girl had a nosering.

I said to them, "Het, wanna be my friends?"

"Maybe later," said the guy.
"Yes," said the girl, "But only if you read this."

She handed me a religous pamphlet, which I later saw being handed out by a creepy old lady.
I took the pamphlet, and as they laughed, I took a big bite out of it, and exclaimed:

"THIS TASTES LIKE CRAP!"
"YOU ATE MY JESUS!"


We all laughed, as it was quite funny. A few seconds later, they gestured to come towards them, so I stepped out of line for a second and walked to their spot. The guy said, "You ate my Jesus, so we get a picture!" And the girl took the picture of us.

Since I don't have their camera, I have recreated the picture using my trusty MS Paint.




Pretty great, huh?

So, I got my fries(eventually), and I yelled back to them, "I have to go, so can I get hugs?"


They laughed.

But, after they got their sausages or whatever, I asked them for hugs.
The guy gave me a hug, and said, "Come on everbody, the fat kid wants hugs!"
But nobody else gave me a hug... :(

Then I got vinegar in my eye.

I like vinegar on my fries. A lot of vinegar. They had vinegar in A GODDAMN SPRAY BOTTLE!
I kicked 50 kinds of ass. Pretty good, until you compare it to Becca, who kicks about 4,304,539,320.43 kinds of ass.
Here's a little chart.

Becca: 4,304,539,320.43

Me: 3,302,323,032.001

Dr.Greg House: 2,001,269,932.99

Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern: 2,000,234,212

Hal Jordan, Green Lantern: 1,993,334,043

My brother: 4,300,020

Vinegar in a spray bottle: 50

Anyway, I got vinegar in my eye. Then I gave the guy a hug.

At one in the night, I stood in the middle of Boston Common, and amongst the crowd I looked into the snowy, dark skies and a tear came to my eye, because the night could have been so much better if Becca had only been there.