Warning, drunk rambling post ahead:

Well I've done my New Year's partying and now I'm home, making mac and cheese and having a hard time typing. I went to two different parties tonight. One was at an old friend from WV's house (he lives here now) and mostly it was his girlfriend's family, who I didn't know at all. We only stayed there until right after midnight. They live in the highest neighborhood in the city, so we walked outside and were able to see fireworks that I think were being set off from the baseball stadium. Also, Brett Michaels was doing a free show in this little section of town where they have bars/overpriced restaurants/crappy live entertainment, so while the fireworks are going off we hear "Unskinny Bop" coming from somewhere below us. Oh, the hilarity. Anyway, then we drove home and walked like three blocks to the next party, which was people from the bf's work and a lot of other people I didn't know who belonged to the girl's roommates. I got kissed twice by a 40-something Rastafarian, lost spectacularly at beer pong, and saw someone fall down the stairs. Oh, and I made friends with this chick who's a bartender I might remember more tomorrow.