Anyways, I went with Brian to a party advertised as "college style- drinking, puking, groping, sleep where you fall". Managed only 3 out of the 4, as there was only one single female under the age of 25 there.
It was pretty cool though. I think just about everyone who went has a story to tell from it, cuz there were few sober ppl left as the ball dropped. Definitely better than anything I would've done at home...
Friday, we valiantly fought through our hangovers and cramps from crashing where we dropped to eat a really great breakfast (thanks Lisa!) and in the afternoon went to see Patch Adams. Pretty good movie, but got kinda corny at parts. The butterfly scene reminded me of a Simpsons episode where a take off on Mary Poppins flies happily off into the sunset, and then gets sucked into the engine of a plane. Kept waiting for it to happen, and in what was supposed to be a touching moment, I was laughing my ass off. OK, so I'm a sick bastard. So sue me.
I was originally planning on staying the weekend, but then somebody hit the suck button on the weather, and I came home early, Friday night.