This holiday sucks, and last night was a disaster. Fuck yourself. Happy New Year, I suppose, since 2011 finally ended.
You must remember DF, that when you put your dick in a blender to secure your $10 New Year's Party bet, you must first make sure said blender is unplugged. I'd be cranky too, frankly. At least you weren't working at the time like I was.
I get paid every two weeks on Fridays. I have not even been gainfully employed seven years yet and already I've been paid thrice in a February. I think that's awesome.
My date got way too drunk, tried to hook up with my friend, and then proceeded to puke on my passenger seat. (2012) The year before my then-girlfriend ruined the evening by drinking too much and loudly declaring in front of my friends, their parents, and many of their parents friends, that I was the best lay she'd ever had, and that was the only reason she was tolerating being there. (2011) The year before my then girlfriend ditched me to go to her best friend's party, which I wasn't invited to since we didn't get along. I sat at home. (2010) The previous year was okay. Had sex with my then-girlfriend a bunch. Slept in a cabin. (2009) The year before my Junior Prom date and friend killed herself right before Midnight. (2008) This has taught me two things: 1) I'm devoting all the time & energy I previously put into women into cars. 2) This Holiday fucking sucks. ...and any suicide jokes and I'll delete your account. I don't find them funny.
If a drunken woman spontaneously proclaimed to a roomful of people that I was the best lay she'd ever had then, sure, I'd be a little embarrassed at the time, but I'd also secretly be delighted.
Went to my friend's house and had two beers. Can't do much more than that cause my stomach is paralyzed.
Except for the fact that that was my favorite New Year's Party, and I've been essentially banned from it.
That's too bad. Thankfully, there'll be many more new year's parties for you to celebrate and for you to delineate favorites.