The Eve of the New Year tends to be wrought with impossibly high expectations which is why I tend to keep things simple and cheery as I step out on this night. My fellow stalker and I took to the streets of San Francisco, remanicing on loves gone wrong and toasting to better futures over beer and whisky.
Although boys were on the brain, they were not on the agenda… Until two cute ones decided to join our little party. The Boy Next Door, a handsome lad with a penchant for 80s music, literally lives on my block. We laughed, we raised our glasses at midnight and after it was over we went our seperate ways in the same direction.