“Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl’s clothes off.” RAYMOND CHANDLER.
This was my first New Years away from Canada. Santa Theresa was a brilliant spot to enjoy the party festivities. Ultimately, I have 7 guidelines for New Years: Make a list of impossible resolutions; and of course include the trail over from last year’s list. Hold absolutely nothing back; it’s the last day of the year and you can’t get it back; so listen to your heart and go for it. Make as many new friends as possible; talk to everyone; drink with a complete stranger; just be open and know no limits. Always spend way more money then you planned. A friend once told me: “if you’re not living beyond your means, you’re not living at all.” Besides, it’s the last money you’re going to spend this year; right. Kiss someone special, or random, at the stroke of midnight (it really doesn’t matter which one) Always remember this year, unlike all the rest, is your year to flourish. Last but not least; never, ever, ever ever ever; sleep alone. Everyone wants a night to remember on this day; to start the New Year off on right foot; so start it off with a bang! (Excuse the pun) I won’t delve to long in the blurry details; but I proudly accomplished all 7 this year in Costa Rica. Here is the summary: got shit-faced on Red bull orange juice, got even drunker on rum and Coke, switched to beer when things got intense. I stood to close to the old hippie shooting fireworks and ended up covered in black shit. Stumbled around like the prince of the universe; received accolades and praise from all ten bartenders; pissed on every corner of the beach party. Found a temporary Costa Rican girlfriend for my stay in Santa Theresa. Shared a wonderful, yet sloppy, Red Bull rum and coke midnight kiss; later failed to live up to my true great potential due to high intoxication levels. Finally, while walking home to the sunrise, I smiled a priceless smile…..Upon returning to my cabin, I was forced to sleep on the bench outside while my roommate apparently lived up to his full potential. I think that covers it. Cheers and Pura Vida forever.
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