My night started off with me filling my trusty flask with GlenDronach scotch. I then proceeded to go to the restaurant and meet up with the Fry Guy who was hosting the party
Unfortunately, I was unable to catch a ride with him, so instead I went with two gals and their significant others (all from the restaurant). We all proceeded to go to the gals' place, but broke the champagne on the way out of the car. Ah well, shotgun beers was the replacement
So my New Years kiss was actually to my flask while the others did their thing.
Then off to the party where I learned that some people just can't hold their **** together. Great times though, met quite a few interesting fellows
The bathroom also didn't have a door, but some ****ing quilt covering the entrance. So I might've walked in on a gal taking a piss.
Slyly, I just direct all vision towards the sink "Didn't see anything, don't mind me" to wash my hand which was covered in beer.
I slept over at the gals' place when we headed on back. I also forgot to mention she flashed her significant other right beside me. Me being me, ignored it.
Waking up wasn't bad. No hangover. However breakfast killed me as I thought it'd be a good idea to have
after
See, the Prime Rib Hash is the heaviest item we've got. The most calories, and don't you dare look at the fat/sodium content. Your heart will stop
Much like mine. I swear, I was about to keel over and die
EDIT: Completely forgot. There was a guest in the restaurant who borrowed a lighter from the bartender, and
then proceeded to light his cigarette in the restaurant. It was hilarious as he also got stuck inbetween the two sets of doors (as we were locked at this point). So here he was, cigarette in hand, making the place smell oh so nice, trying to get outside
