Dear Diary?
Or is it 'dear Caterina'? Since I'm technically writing this diary for you to read?
I definitely should have asked but vodka and... whatever else I was drinking must not mix well.
Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself, got to set the scene a little. So let's start with the beginning, get to the end, and if there's a middle somewhere in there then even better.
So last night, New Years Eve no less, I set out for Claire and Sarah's place at nine and I remember nothing after eleven.
Well, that's not true exactly, but the drunken haze is thick.
Now Claire-bear and Sarah are a lovely couple, sure they're very middle class and very middle aged but as you might recall, they can throw a mean party when bullied into it. (Yay for peer pressure!) They had the best music and a great spread on and they even had a bartender and he made the most gorgeous alcoholic blue drinks! No idea what it was but I will recreate it. That's my New Year's Resolution.
That and meet a guy but that's every year's resolution now.
Actually it's a shame you couldn't go cause I think I did meet a guy.
I think.
Maybe you met a guy and I'm just remembering hearing about it?
Like I said, the haze is thick.
But somehow I stumbled my way home and into the kitchen and that is when you found me.
It wasn't my proudest moment. Mouldy food is never usually included in proud moments. So this year I'm gonna try harder.
We had a long talk. I guess things aren't going so great for you either. But if anyone can pull off a stellar year it's us.
And that's when we decided. This year we would keep diaries (some fair warning: I haven't kept a diary since I was nine so don't expect it to be the next... whatever last won a book award) and when the year was up we would hand them over to the other to see how our year together has gone.
So, my dear roomie, Cate, for the next year (2015!!) I solemnly swear to write in my diary and at the end we will 'share the year' as I remember cackling.
God I was so drunk.
I hope we have a good one.
And don't think I forgot that crack about us being old. I'm barely even thirty.
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