what a night.

New Years eve this year (last year) was goood.

Everyone who played the VFW show was amazing, and what little I saw (heard) of the show at Nate's Dungeon was very good, too. Ross got tossed around a bit in the mosh pit, but meh; get in a mosh pit and you roll the dice.

After both shows we cleaned up the VFW and went and got tanked at Bekah's. It was fun. I remember hugging EVERYONE for some reason, and trying to tell Elise Fehrenbach what her brother was doing, which took about half an hour because we both were too tipsy to stay on topic.

Ben, Glynis, Katelyn and I all fell asleep on the couch-wots-got-a-specific-name-that-I-can't-remember-right-now, and we just kinda mumbled at each other all night with the little acoustic riff on the DVD menu for Garden State looping in the background.

There's something immensely satisfying about making people put up with cigar smoke all night, even if you have to brush your teeth twice to get rid of the taste.

Hah. I got home, went to bed, woke up two hours ago, and I'm still drinking milk. This is like my 11th glass. THIRSTY.