as typical and narcissistic as it sounds, New Years eve does have a sense of excitement and anticipation about it, a death and a rebirth, anyway i celebrated it in a spectacularly intoxicated style, so i'll give a picture recall of my last day of 2010:
So, first thing of the day was to tide dye some t-shirts....
vague attempts at a dip dye tie dye combi led to pretty cool results:
nothing better than some home done tie dye, anyway so onto to the night which began with an exciting drink of vodka skittles, and horrible yougarty/coconut/rum/baileys/milk/ice concoction
then partying out, in home made dip dye shirt and bolo tie (vague attempts at being a native American....)
However on the insistence of the host the song sung at the strike of twelve was not auld lang syne but Rhianna's rude boy, classy non?
anyway it was a good night and has put me in mind of all that i (as well as my friends, and i'm sure many of you out there) have acheived in the past year, and all the things i look forward to achieving in the new.
Happy new year