What are you fine gents and whores (Susperia) doing to usher in the New Year?

[swizzlenuts]

I went downtown London, and saw the most amount of people I've ever seen.

 

[dill_the_devil]

My housemate Jack and I went to a house party being held by a friend of ours, accompanied by his clingy, in-denial-about-their-breakup ex-girlfriend, who is both crazy and hilariously dim in almost equal measure. After a couple of hours spent getting drunk and making fun of her in ways too subtle for her to notice (although, to be honest, we could probably dance around in front of her with a large neon sign saying 'DIE YOU IRRITATING CUNT' and she wouldn't get it), we buggered off to The Planet, a rock club in Wolves, and drank copiously and danced clumsily before staggering home. I'm still hungover, and I've been staying upstairs all day because she's still fucking here.

 

[Hell Mike]

We had a delicious moose-filet dinner, played board games, had some fine brews and generally had a some nice quality time with the family. Then I took a huge dump, watched Wire on the Blood and Dexter and the evening was topped with the best fucking of the year.

 

[Conspicuously Absent]

Went over to a friends place, ate Raklette until I couldn't eat anymore (goddam its hard to turn down real cheese from switzerland). Listened to metal, watched Berlin turn into a fireworks warzone, it reminded the swiss dude of the military excercises, but with colour.

Drank copious amounts of german beer, french wine and swiss champagne. Afterwards I staggered home around 4:30, watched as one of our new shelves fell of the wall, cleaned that up, went to bed at 5am, and got up at 9 fresh as a daisy but with hungry enough to eat a horse.