I came thisclose to staying home with the folks to bang pots on the back porch, light sparklers and sing a few hearty rounds of auld lang syne when the clock struck 12... ...thisclose... Instead a few faithful friends kidnapped me to Seattle, where we: Did shots of Absynthe (it wasn't the fuckyaup see rainbows kind, unfortunately, just a make your muscles jelly kind a friend brought back from overseas) Did shots of sake. Did shots of Smirnoff (bleah) out of the hugest bottle of vodka I've ever seen, like oxygen tank sized... it had a squirt head attached, primed and shot-ready. Passed around a bottle of champage. (i'm starting to believe champagne is never a good idea, esp after consumption of above mention alcohol) Remembered we were supposed to be going OUT... staggered to an Irish bar down the street for the last 15 minutes before they closed and shots of jaeger magically appeared in my hands. Then back at the apt after a failed attempt to go to the grocery store for more beer.. they closed the sliding doors in our faces with gleeful smiles, bastids, missed it by 30 seconds. A drunken pizzafest later and I was found passed out cold on the couch drooling while all my friends smoked their brains out until they, too, dropped like flies. Basically felt like I was having de ja vu of NYE when I was 18? I can only hope the rest of 2004 will be this glamorous. lol.. it WAS more fun than the pots and pans, though, and my no drinking policy DID call in sick last night. PS No midnight kiss for this chick, not even my hand! Shunned!