We spent New Year's Eve with my co-worker, Brent, and his girlfriend, Denise at their place, along with a few of their other friends. We spent the evening eating, drinking, and even playing a drinking game…twice. We headed down to the beach to see the fireworks, but didn't make it in time. So we headed back and left there place around 2am. We hailed a taxi, but he wouldn't take us back to our apartment. Most likely the reason he said no was because he wasn't going to make much money off of us since it was only about a 5-10 minute drive. What an a**, neither one of us were happy about that, but we caught a free tram ride home. So I guess things happen for a reason. As we were walking home from the tram, there was a guy on all fours puking his guts out while his friend stood their waiting patiently. I'm happy to say, Henry and I woke up the next day feeling great. We made lunch, hopped on our bikes, and spent the day at the beach. Happy New Year Everyone! Love You All!!!!!! See you soon.