Okay, my body has no concept of what time it is.
New Year's Eve was spent eating dinner and drinking with old roomates, random girls and Emilie. Oh yeah, and Christa. And my sister, briefly. We almost depleted our champagne before 7pm. We never even made it to the "reserve" beer and vodka.
The night was spent in a semi-intoxicated/tired haze. In terms of actual partying, after the big social dinner at my house, the night was spent with basically Emilie. We went to the toasted owl and the tunnel bar and fitzwillys. We then decided to do our own thing while everyone else entertained the random friends' of a friend we were with.
So in the end, I made 3 trips to town coralling everyone and bringing them home. My friends, however, managed to LOSE someone. It was one of those nightmare scenarioes where you are in a not-so-familiar town, and you do have your wallet or cell phone. You can't remember any phone numbers, addresses or even names for that matter. Then imagine, by dumb luck, getting a ride home from a cop after spending the night in protective custody. I guess the icing on the cake is that the cop decides to drive you home at 5am, waking everyone up and I have to answer the door in my boxers. The best part was, after some vague describing by this person to the cop where these completely namless people lived, "down route 66, right at the light, across the street from the church) the cop instantly said, oh, "the house that was recently bought with the techcavalry car out front all the time". Too fucking cool.
The kitchen is trashed. The living room is trashed. It feels like 8am right now. It is just a hair past 11:30pm.
