Way to celebrate.

New Years Eve consisted of the following: many glasses of wine, the grand idea of switching to screwdrivers served in gorgeous crystal martini glasses, me and my chair falling over during dinner, three girls all in their 30's jumping on my bed while singing "Shook Me All Night Long" at the top of our lungs, sipping champagne out of a coffee mug, mystery puke (NOT MINE) on the back porch, cartwheels in the rain, many rounds of this game, and someone telling some random guy walking by on my street: "Happy New Year, motherfucker!". Pure class, as you can see. I went to bed at 8:30 A.M. That's morning, by the way. Good times.