Watched Escape from New York with a room full of drunk people constantly making Metal Gear jokes. Every 15 minutes someone would say, "wait, his name is actually Snake?" Continue into 2012.
Drunk texting my bff back about where exactly she ended up in the city. I was promptly interrupted as my text was sending by my bf who unlike me realized it was midnight & he gave me a big old smooch.
Got ready for a slobbery, whiskey-tasting kiss from my girlfriend (well, I was the sloppy, whiskey-tainted one), and asked if Dick Clark was really that creepy looking or if I was just really slammed (spoiler: it was both). Three hours later I puked out the passenger door of my own car. Good times.
Sat my ass on a couch located close to a television set, wrapped a blanket around myself, then proceed to watch the ball drop. Then I kissed me Mum, and went to bed.
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