With a subject like that, I bet you're wondering what happened? So here goes...
This New Year's Eve started off pretty normal. Nalani woke up and asked if I had something to tell her. So of course I yelled "Happy Birthday, Nani!!" A non party year, we decided just to have dinner out with family. Olive Garden was the place and surprisingly, her dad's entire family showed up. All his siblings and his dad, with his new gf I might add (more on that later), complete with significant others and a couple cousins to round things out. Of course I was there and my mom came out too! For a table of 13, things were pretty tame, considering we never socialize together. I think that each member of his family has been to 2 total of Nalani's bday parties in her 9 years. Nalani wasn't having the best of times, seeing as how the new grandpa gf was stealing the show, so she decided a tummy ache was the way to go for a little attention. ~ A little side note: B's mom died last May, and now his dad is dating someone new. First time most of the kids have met her, is you guessed it, at Nalani's birthday dinner. Very strange folks ~ It quickly disappeared once everyone had finished eating and it was time to open presents. During the entire dinner, they are all talking about some rapper who is in the restaurant and wondering who it is. I have no idea, didn't really care. Then as the "rapper" is leaving, they tell me to turn around so I can tell them who it is. I turn around, have no clue as to who this is, so I ask our waitress just after they have all left the restaurant. She tells me its 112!! Now for anyone that actually knows me, they are my faves. No I didn't recognize them, I don't have posters in my room for crying out loud, I just love their music!! Of course I'm screaming at the news, yelling to anyone that will listen, "Let's go chase 'em!! I want them to sing to Nalani!" Finally get someone to realize that, yes, I am in fact serious, and I do want to actually ask them to come back inside to sing to my daughter, we go outside and they have already left the parking lot. The Devastation!! So sad am I. Now let's move on...everyone says their goodbyes. I kiss my little birthday girl and tell her I love her, wish her a happy birthday one more time ~ and race home to get ready. 
The plan is for me to get ready for the New Year's festivities at home, then drive to Phx to meet my friends. I call Amy, who at this time was supposed to be at a dinner of her own, who is still at home getting ready. I tell her I'm leaving in about 10 min and will call when I get close so I can meet her wherever she is going to be. I call her and she is at friend's party. Go to the house where I know no one, course I stand in the corner, engage in casual chitchat, waiting to go the Mill Ave Tostito's Bowl? I think that's what it was called. Moving on, we finally get there, walk around quite a bit, looking for a bar with the shortest line so we can really start drinking. We end up in some little place, where us gals decide to make up for lost time and Amy and I have the bright idea to do a shot! 
What the fudge??? Who am I? After a few minutes, Jager (sp?) is what we decided on. First off, I have a sex on the beach to chase down my shot. Next thing I know, one of the gals we're out with buys me a Red Headed Slut which of course I have with a Red Bull and Vodka. Again I ask, who am I? Drinking and dancing, having fun, some guy decides we need another shot. Jager again!! Wtf? By this time, I am def a happy girl, talking to ppl I know I prob shouldn't, taking pictures of random ppl ~ just cuz I can ~ and it's midnight. Hugs and love around. More pictures. And I get the bright idea to buy a $60 bottle of champagne for me and my new friends to ring in the new year. Same question...who am I? So we toast to the nastiest champagne, and that's where the Tali memory stops. I don't remember anything after that point...up until I wake up in the hospital at 7:30am the following day. And I'm naked. Aye! Must have been some night. The nurses in the drunk tank keep asking me if I had fun, which my response is "Obviously, or I wouldn't be in here!" 
Since I'm cracking jokes and sitting up, they tell me I can call someone to come pick me up. Since I have no shirt, no bra, no shoes ~ YEAH ~ I get to wear a couple hospital gowns and scrubs. I call my good pal Amy to come pick me up, what a great friend, she stayed in the hospital with me until 4am. Since I'm leaving and I still have no idea what happened to me and why I'm there, I decide to ask one of the nurses to check my file. He tells me I bumped my head couldnt respond to all questions, and that's why they brought me in. Couple days later, I still have a small knot on my head, bruises from the hospital staff and their many attempts at sticking an iv in my arms and I'm still a little dizzy. If that's from the experience or my lack of an appetite, I'm not really sure. I won't bore you with any more details, cuz let's face it, I coudn't if I wanted to! But you get the idea. All I can say now, least I made it to midnight!!
