I just got back to Georgia early yesterday morning, so now I get to write about my drunken actions in Alabama.

  Scott had us a room booked in this great hotel in town, which we spent time testing the room if you know what I mean   . Arriving to his parents’ house fashionably late, we mingled and he introduced me to tons of his friends and close companions since forever. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know that he managed to make all his married “bros” extremely jealous with me.

My dress went over better than I would have ever expected. Let’s just say Scott was the one that made us late to the party and leave it at that.

The dress linked in my previous post plus a pair of black heels made me feel very self-confident. So confident that I drank way too much and danced like a fool when nobody else was. Thankfully, all the other guests were half in the hole also. It was nice. Booze, great hour devours, great company, plenty of talking junk and cutting up, and even the occasional corner couple making out was the equation of a perfect evening.

Just before the countdown began, a very drunk Scott found me hiding and checking my email and such. He began rambling on about something, and he wouldn’t shut up. He was talking so much that when the ball dropped, I had to grab him and kiss him to shut him up. It turned into a even better kiss. Then, he mentioned ringing the new year in… in style. That night also reminded me why I never wear short skirts anymore; it’s a good thing Scott was the only one who has eyes for me or there would be bloodshed. “Alpha-male” my behind.

Yesterday was my recovery day. Meaning, I spent the day in Scott’s with a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water. Poor thing had to go to work; he looked like someone had built a landfill over his grave. Today, however, he was bright-eyed and annoying all over again. He told me that his resolution was to be open to love and commitment, plus a few that he was keeping secret. Eeek!

Speaking of resolutions, here are mine: (so far)

1.) Be more open to new ideas.
2.) Kick out my squatting roommate. (He’s not paying any rent, and he is making my nice apartment into a place FEMA wouldn’t even touch)
3.) Quit spending all my money on books and designer clothing.
4.) Quit stealing Halley’s clothes.
5.) Don’t let Scott get me fat with his fabulous cooking!
6.) Go to the gym and the park more often.
7.) Get more sleep. (I make this one every year, and never occasionally achieve)
8.) Do not let past relationships and friends cloud my vision and hurt my present relationship.

2007 was a dramatic roller coaster and sure did take its toll on me. Nonetheless, I will learn from past mistakes and manage my life a little better. At least I know I’m growing as a person. Who’d have thought a relationship would do that to me after all these years?

 *By the way, as an afterthought (because I don’t know how I managed to forget), Dawgs kicked islander ass, and I got to cheer and whoop in front of a bunch of Auburn fans. OH YEAH!