Shout it out.
I spent this past New Year's Eve up at UConn with some old friends from school. We partied at my former roommate's new living place in the unnecessarily sexy Hilltop Apartments. Kevin and Harrison made four delicious pizzas, and I think I must've eaten at least two of them on my own. We also played Shout About Movies, one of those newfangled DVD games without dice or a board. Out of respect, I won't mention the final score, but to suffice it to say the other team was massacred.
Early in the night, there was some discussion as to the transformative effects alcohol can have on me, and while the effects were witnessed to a degree, no atrocities were committed that evening. The inhuman amounts of pizza I consumed earlier kept me relatively sober.
Would that there were three of me, so I could have also gone to the parties and Mel and Jen's respective houses. C'est la vie. With hope we'll all have many more New Year's Eves on which to party, so I can make the rounds.
Early in the night, there was some discussion as to the transformative effects alcohol can have on me, and while the effects were witnessed to a degree, no atrocities were committed that evening. The inhuman amounts of pizza I consumed earlier kept me relatively sober.
Would that there were three of me, so I could have also gone to the parties and Mel and Jen's respective houses. C'est la vie. With hope we'll all have many more New Year's Eves on which to party, so I can make the rounds.