So I figured I'd share my New Years adventure with everyone now that I'm recovered from it 
How is it that one stupid fucking drunk can ruin an otherwise great evening?
So I was invited to some 'semi-formal' at my friends place. Lemme just say, lol. I could've shown up in a polo and jeans. Instead I went with a button down and jeans. If I had put on my stetson I would've looked like I was goin to a rodeo. Anyhow, the intent of the 'semi-formal' dealie was probably two-fold; people who don't look like slobs acting classy playing beer pong and drunk girls in skirts and dresses falling down after too much champagne.
So the whole night was pretty kickin, had a good time. When I showed up, I of course didn't know 90% of the people running around... and neither did the host it turns out (recipe for a nice housewrecking). Case in point why I don't throw parties. At midnight we all crowded around a t.v. to watch the ball drop, and then everyone went back to their primary objective: getting wasted. Still, there were no beligerent drunks about, and everything was pretty cool.
Fast forward to 2am, and people start clearing out. The host goes to pass out, and leaves us to get people the hell out of his house. Well, we managed that... except for this group of 4... 1 drunk boyfriend just asking to be markered, a sober girlfriend, your standard drunk girl, and then... omfg... your completely messed up girl.
So what was this chick's story? Well, no one knew her except for the girlfriend and the other random girl. The people who brought her to the party had driven off drunk and fucking left her there. She started complaining about allergies (lemme tell ya, that was a lie, she was just an attention whore hypocondriac). So her stupid friend went and got her some claritin. GREAT IDEA LEMME TELL YA. This girl just got psycho. My favorite quote of the night from her had to be this; "I'm fucking allergic to dogs! I need to get out of here! Seriously if you just let me lay down with the dogs for like... 5 hours, I mean just lay down for like 8 hours, then I can go home!" Anyhow, I'm trying to explain this whole situation to somebody, cause these people need to leave, and she runs off into the freezing rain in her bare feet and tries to drive off.
Long story short; after that point I dragged her back to the house and stared at her sitting in place till 5:30 a.m. when the cab finally showed up to cart her away. Then I found that someone had thrown my pillow in a fucking beer. Then I went to sleep on a couch. Then another retarded drunk girl woke me up at 6:30 am to ask me where her purse was. Then I woke up at 9 am and waited for the person who double parked me to wake up so I could fucking go home.
Next year I'm staying home. I envy each and every one of you who had a benign new years.
How is it that one stupid fucking drunk can ruin an otherwise great evening?
So I was invited to some 'semi-formal' at my friends place. Lemme just say, lol. I could've shown up in a polo and jeans. Instead I went with a button down and jeans. If I had put on my stetson I would've looked like I was goin to a rodeo. Anyhow, the intent of the 'semi-formal' dealie was probably two-fold; people who don't look like slobs acting classy playing beer pong and drunk girls in skirts and dresses falling down after too much champagne.
So the whole night was pretty kickin, had a good time. When I showed up, I of course didn't know 90% of the people running around... and neither did the host it turns out (recipe for a nice housewrecking). Case in point why I don't throw parties. At midnight we all crowded around a t.v. to watch the ball drop, and then everyone went back to their primary objective: getting wasted. Still, there were no beligerent drunks about, and everything was pretty cool.
Fast forward to 2am, and people start clearing out. The host goes to pass out, and leaves us to get people the hell out of his house. Well, we managed that... except for this group of 4... 1 drunk boyfriend just asking to be markered, a sober girlfriend, your standard drunk girl, and then... omfg... your completely messed up girl.
So what was this chick's story? Well, no one knew her except for the girlfriend and the other random girl. The people who brought her to the party had driven off drunk and fucking left her there. She started complaining about allergies (lemme tell ya, that was a lie, she was just an attention whore hypocondriac). So her stupid friend went and got her some claritin. GREAT IDEA LEMME TELL YA. This girl just got psycho. My favorite quote of the night from her had to be this; "I'm fucking allergic to dogs! I need to get out of here! Seriously if you just let me lay down with the dogs for like... 5 hours, I mean just lay down for like 8 hours, then I can go home!" Anyhow, I'm trying to explain this whole situation to somebody, cause these people need to leave, and she runs off into the freezing rain in her bare feet and tries to drive off.
Long story short; after that point I dragged her back to the house and stared at her sitting in place till 5:30 a.m. when the cab finally showed up to cart her away. Then I found that someone had thrown my pillow in a fucking beer. Then I went to sleep on a couch. Then another retarded drunk girl woke me up at 6:30 am to ask me where her purse was. Then I woke up at 9 am and waited for the person who double parked me to wake up so I could fucking go home.
Next year I'm staying home. I envy each and every one of you who had a benign new years.
