Geez, way to make the rest of feel like jerks. "After I donate my kidney to a friend in need, I'll still make the effort to go Bonnaroo and see all my friends even though I'm not crazy about the lineup this year."
Crazy night, last night... probably the craziest NYE I've had yet. Fun, but a tad over the top. Let's see... Sweetwater IPA, Smirnoff vodka shots, nasty ass Evan Williams and cokes, Yuenglings (bleh), and some mysterious, label-less bottle of champagne that was floating around the house at the after party.
*ahem* I believe that was actually "white girl drink" - an important distinction which proves he was in fact at least halfway there.
I was planning to make this distinction as well, but you beat me too it. I want to hang out with bacon when he's whit girl drink.
And I bet you'll all be surprised to hear that I was drinking box-o-wine (and some vodka shots)
Mostly vino for me too (albeit a bit classier than Bonz's Franzia & Sutter Home :P). I got up at 6am on NYE to compete in a fishing competition; didn't get back to sleep, but lasted 'til 2am. My uncle, who got up at the same time for the competition, outlasted me by an hour. I was so tired I turned down some fancy-ass cognac right before I hit the hay. Seriously, me? SMH.
New Year's resolution #1: get my party pants back from the laundromat.