New Years Eve

New Years Eve... always a classy night. I began the night with low hopes. I was informed that I would be spending the night with myself and 4 other couples at Cafe Habana in Ann Arbor. Thankfully I never had the awkward moment of who to kiss at midnight... I was unconscious by 11pm by the review of my text messages from the night. I remember arriving at the bar and ordering a number of caprihini's. Apparently it is just a bunch of liquor and sugar; they were delicious. After our party proceeded to offend everyone in the bar by blowing extremely annoying horns for an hour or so, i apparently decided that i had had enough of cafe habana and departed on foot. Judging by my wrist band that i found when i woke up, and a missing 30 dollars, it appears that i decided to go to studio 4... alone. I can only imagine how poorly that went. Sometime around 10:30 pm our dear friend Ross managed to discover me, staggering in the middle of the road, on state street by angel hall. After driving my pathetic ass home, i then attempted to become Emeril and cook a feast. When i woke up in the morning i discovered what i had created. There was an egg all over the stove, a pot of cooked noodles, and a crock pot full of green beans, butter, bread, and paprika. thank god, none of it was consumed. I didn't even bother to clean the cock pot, I just threw it away. Some say how you begin the new year determines how the following year will go. This is bad news to me...