New Year, New Hangovers
Sydney, Australia: I get drunk a lot.
Like the rest of 2015, my last day of the year is a bit of a mixed bag. We decide not to bother with the fireworks, since finding a good spot seems like an early morning thing. Screw that. Instead we have a fairly uneventful day, then get dolled up and go to Bondi beach after dinner to meet up with friends. Of course, we akwardly run into my ex-boyfriend, who we had invited along with us. He never got back to me about hanging out on NYE, but I do to see him on the last day of the year – with another girl. Feeling a bit annoyed, I tell Sharon: “there’s no way I am going to have a fun night.”
