Blah. Everything before midnight was spectacular. Small gathering of friends early in the evening for some pre-drinking and music followed by a party where I got to dance poorly to "Bring da Ruckus" and "Shimmy Shimmy Ya." But piss, everything after the ball drop was just a massive headache. Our alleged DD feigned severe intoxication because she was trying to put in work with a fellow lesbian. That left us with no ride to another party for almost an hour. Once we finally got to the other party, my good friend had a fuckin' booze-fueled breakdown over a mutual friend she was seeing for several months who was at the party making a strong push to hook up with another girl there. In short, pre-midnight: booze and Wu-Tang. Post-midnight: no ride and crying girls everywhere. Basically the MO for my night, except mine started melting down around 9:30 when an insane guy wrapped in an indian carpet tried to give me his love on an old rotten baozi.