Aside from watching hoards of adults get packed into police barricades like cattle, New Years Eve was pretty dull on the ol' door. Anything interesting or funny can be found on my Twitter/Facebook feeds. It was amusing to see people sit out in the cold without a bathroom for five hours, just for sixty seconds of action.
I was let go at 9pm, then went to an open bar party with some co-workers. It was a fun night, and we all got nice and toasted. I ended up salsa dancing and making out with a cute front desk girl.
My morning was one that I experienced a many of times in 2012: I woke up, sitting up straight in my bed, chin buried in my chest, shirt drenched with drool, a wad of dry toilet paper to one side, and on the other side my laptop. There was porn on the web browser, and my flaccid mule lay lifeless in my hand. My bedroom door was wide open.
Happy New Year to me. And you.