31 December 2000

new years eve

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The houghton crowd suits up for NYE at city club. I don't feel like travelling so far, so I stick around to go to the party at GBV Dave's.

The party can be broken up into several themes:

  • bubble hockey

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  • midnight frenzy

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  • stupid

  • sexy

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  • jam

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  • groove

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  • done

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It was a great night. The single best thing about my new years eve was the conversation I had with Ann, the women in the bright green shirt. She's someone I saw often at tech but never knew. We suddenly connected while obsessing over the Pixies. When the moment was over we went our own ways and I may never see her again. Moments are wonderful things.