1998 and before: camas/washougal, listening to the long loud blasts from the mill’s mighty whistles as midnight arrived.
1999: from adam’s sister’s place we walked out to the 70th st ne overpass with our bottles of cheap champagne and cheered down towards the space needle.
2000: lost to the vagaries of my mind, apparently. was i in camas? todd’s proposal and my first girlfriend (round one) came in the week following though.
2001 & 2002: out in peshastin for fireworks and the frivolity, sledding and kitties.
2003: a small shindig at the blakeley manor while dana was at urbana 03, plus i worked the next day.
2004: i tried to stay home and play warcraft and be depressed, but rochelle came and literally drug me out to wallingford. so this is the new year.
2005: dinner with the camas crew, then to queen anne to meet up with the girls of ruby for the fireworks. then with carrie down to meet up some friends of hers at red door. then a ride home, since i had been doing all this with a flat tire and no spare tube.
2006: 365 days and counting.

new year’s is not my best holiday. it is always filled with a mixture of remorse and reminiscing, of things past and opportunities missed. for old time’s sake indeed, i’ll raise a glass nonetheless and remember the good times as being good, and the opportunities as being things that still lie before me. go big or go home, right?