rockin’ in the oh fresh

I really intended on taking my time, just be a fly on the wall and put together a comprehensive, thoughtful blog that would sum up all I intended on doing this year and the more enterprising things that have already touched this year. However, we weren’t even one day into the year, and some major ass has been kicked already. I’ll blog about what’s goin’ on in my head a little later, but for now, let’s do a recap:
The annual DIC New Years Party has become a staple, since this is the fifth one. However, this was the smallest one we’ve had thus far with only 30 people, since there were telephone invites sent out within 24 hours of the party. We like it like that. However, the way things that went down you would think that this was New Orleans. In a nutshell:
1. J. Brotherlove was out for the count;
2. Krash (so renamed because it’s so much more accurate than Karsh in the Oh Fresh!) was able to kick the ballistics – in Tibbar, even;
3. N0va managed to touch down here, then go back home and tear up the spot. Two cities in one weekend! So much for the East Coast;
4. Prime managed to not kill Thumper just 3 hours into the New Year.
Discuss amongst yourselves.

8 thoughts on “rockin’ in the oh fresh

  1. Drunk

    No friends comin through / I think I’ve lost them all / No man to take their place / So I decided to make this call, whoa ho / That I’d rather be drunk / on a cloud away from here / I don’t wanna be sober / no not…

  2. Oh my! That pretty much sums it all up. Think I should still do the whole “Chicken and Waffles Tour”? I was just thinking too…how much worse would this have been if I invited Taurean?
    *strokes chin*

  3. See What Had Happened Was …

    Remember when nOva used to get sloshed and spill the hellified cookies at house parties? Well, two particular queens have stolen that thunder and I cannot even say I’m mad.

  4. My NYE was hardly as fun…we are at day 8 and it’s still pretty dry. I need to be down with y’all so I can get a little spice in my life! I’m down for chillin’ in ATL and stuffin’ raw vegetables down peoples pants…I can do that. Is that like an initiation thing?

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