New Year's Eve Is Coming Up

I went with my bassist to his town and got decently fucked up and hung out with some old highschool friends. it ended up being pretty fun and then we went on a quest for 4th meal and sugar at 1 am but everything was closed so i took the BART train back to my house; for the first few stops it was empty but by the time it got to downtown SF man, it fucking EXPLODED. I was pretty fucked out of my mind on a couple things so i was kinda passing in and out while people were making noise, dropping shit, things were going crazy etc and I finally got back to my stop (which is only a few away from the end of the line) and even THERE people were getting on the train. tons of hot chicks though on the train dressed mega slutty though, I have no idea how they wear that shit when it's 48 degrees; i guess they value dick and being eye fucked more than NOT freezing to death. oddly enough when i got home i woke up a bit so i guess something must've kicked in and i couldn't sleep until 4. good shit.
 
We were going to have a hot tub party but it ended up being me and my best friend chilling in the hot tub with vodka, shrimp cocktail and cigars. Then when we were on our way to an actual party I threw up for the first time, because I was dehydrated as fuck and forgot to drink water. Shrimp vomit is the worst.

So then we get to this party and there's these two really judgmental dikes who gave me a bunch a shit for liking U2, which I returned in full for them liking dubstep. So after an hour or so nonsense (and also vomiting while I rehydrated) of that I started talking to my friend's new girl's best friend and she ended up being the girl I kissed at midnight. And I got her number and all that good shit.
 
Quiet evening with girlfriend. Was quite pleasant. Got drunk the night before, so it's all good. About to have a belated New Year's dinner at gf's parents house (they always move all celebrations to the nearest Sunday because that's the day they cook up a whole feast).
 
Quiet evening with the girlfriend also. Ended up not going to the party, but also fighting. Double-edged sword I guess?
 
I sat at home, lol. I never really celebrate and, even though this was the first year being 21+ for NYE, I didn't really feel much like doing anything. I didn't want to go to any bars because I was definitely worried I'd die from a drunk driver or some shit. Also, about half a mile from my house, there was a shooting spree that ended with at LEAST one person dead and half a dozen injured.
 
Just got back from an epic week of debauchery in Sydney with mates. NYE was fucking brilliant, we spent the morning at the beach, the whole afternoon on my mate's balcony overlooking Sydney Harbour and the city, watching the fireworks over the city and the bridge, working our way through an enormous playlist of 60 and 70s rock classics and singing like fools, eating seafood, cracked a magnum of Moët to welcome in the new year, then headed out to the bars, picked up a cute chick, we watched the sunrise together and then went back to her place. It was truly epic.
 
Sounds epic. :kickass:

Mine was as good as I'd hoped, party was great, many shenanigans were had, I'm still having trouble stringing sentences together because of it though.