04
Stayed family. The neighbors went all out. Wow.

Memories
At 98 we were found in IHOP. Navigating around ATL was insane, so we decided to stop in and grub, then get to our destination. We ate. We counted down from 15. And we were met with a rousing applause from an unlikely bunch of strangers. At first they were put off by us, but Lou's irresistible magnetism unearthed some smiles.

99, and more traffic madness. With a little foresight we could have arrived at the party spot before the clock's tick was measured, but no avail. We couldn't find the venue, couldn't beat the traffic, so we joined them. We drove. We honked. Talked some new year's smack. I saw people stepping outside and letting off shots.

00 had the workings to be monumental. But my night fizzled.

01 ah yes, Bourbon Street. Madness. Thousands of drunks walking around with cups filled with alcohal, trying in vain not to spill them onto every person they bumped into. All these people were walking, where to I don't know, just continous flows of people. Bumped into a freind from school back in GA.

02 was the Peach Drop. Eh.

03 was a walk down Memory Lane. And now I remember why I'm walking down a road diverged in a yellow wood, less traveled.