Wow, talk about ringing in the new year with a b zang!

So I went with and to an absolutely bumpin' New Year's party, and pretty much had far too much of everything.
It started out slow, with a pretty hilarious game of shoulders and a Jack 'n Coke, and devolved quickly after a few glasses of champagne.
Who knew the bubbly could tickle the chubblies so well?
So after a few dranks, I started to open up and talk to others, all of whom were (surprisingly) very nice! I spoke with so many people, I can't even begin to remember names, gosh I am bad at that. Anygay, at some point I was accosted with some strange herbs and felt compelled to inhale, a good few times. Here is where the fun begins!

Soon after, a man proclaiming to be the future Presidenté of Paraguay sat down beside me, and spoke about playing didgeridoos. At some point, I catch a glimpse of and and we chatted for a short time. (Wish I could've talked with you guys more, by the by!) By this time, things are a little hazy. I walked for a bit, played a few games and chatted with a few strangers on little silly things; I heard talks of vuvuzelas (PS guys, it's pronounced voo-voo-ZAY-la!), leaving purses in rooms, tales of mysteriously locked doors and even heard people complaining about there being too many dicks on the dance floor. LIKE THAT'S A BAD THING, AM I RIGHT? (Nargleflex: Drunk Homosexual)

My vision was starting to go into slide-show mode, wiggy. It was sort of hard to distinguish thought from reality, so I'm not even sure if some of these later things happened. I think I had a shot with Mocha, then there was a hug, and something like a hat on my head. I felt warm, and pretty nice~ Oh, and then we had another shot, but there was no more spiced rum left. I think he grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured us both a shot, that's right, a shot of champagne. Hahaha, who cares, IT'S THE NEW YEAR, RIGHT?!

I was feeling tired and a wee bit wobbly, so I went upstairs to crash for a bit, only to be soon dragged out by none other than El Presidenté, he mumbled something about the importance of staying awake until the countdown. I was only gonna rest for like 5 minutes dude, honest!
So here comes the finale, the best of the best, what everyone was waiting for. Unfortunately for me, it was what seemed to be the worst part of the night. Here, let me give you a play by play.
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10 - At a glance, many people are drinking, guzzling their champagne and what have you
9...8... - Outside on the balcony, a hookah is getting passed around
7...6... - A glance to the left, people making out
5... - To the right, a woman much older than myself takes a wavering hit off of a pipe and stumbles backwards, spilling her drink upon the floor.
Here is where shit got real, for some reason everything took a much more sinister guise.
4...3... - On the left again, still making out. It grossed me out, to the extreme. My head is pounding from the women next to me screeching the countdown.
2... - A dude is hacking up some bad smoke, while the people around him are laughing their asses off. He looked like he was in pain, all red faced!
1... - Ka-thunk ka-thunk ka-thunk, my heartbeat has risen, and the sound is adding to my headache. My eyes are darting around and around, trying to make sure nothing crazy happens I suppose.

Hey! Everyone cheers, and the sound of fireworks crackling off in the distance brings in some nice ambiance. I step back inside to grab my last drink, and lo and behold, motherfucking El Presidenté playing his didgeridoo, stomping out some pretty fine beats. It seemed the sheer strangeness of this broke my sudden fit of sickness. I make a quick saunter towards the stairs, feeling it's about time to rest for the night, but before I could make it past the beer pong table our favorite future president stops his impromptu didge-jam to kindly extend his brofist in my direction and ask me, "You okay, bro?"
Hell yeah, I am ~FINE~
I met him with my end of the fistbump and hopped upstairs to crash.

Everything after this point isn't really worth mentioning, other than the fact that I was pleasantly warm throughout the rest of the night!
So other than the countdown, and maybe a little bit afterward, I had an absolutely amazing time. Thanks to everyone that made this possible, especially you, Presidenté, especially you.

So I think this year will be geared more towards bettering myself. I've given enough, gol-durnit! So without further ado~
RESOLUTIONS
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1. SMOKE WEED ERRY DAY Actually, don't do this.
2. Lose some weight, you FAT. (Hey, only 10 more until my target weight~)
3. Draw more, goddammit. I think during January I will try to try every other day.
4. Read a book, mostly some more classics.
5. Study more Japanese, maybe enough to actually take one of the JLPT's! I'm not far off of this actually.

WELP, HAPPY MEW YEAR