Demanding!
I want gadgets and diggles and squiggles and quids!
That said, I have FINALLY uploaded a couple New Years eve pics. We had a bit of a get together at my household, which doubled up as a going away party for my freinds Nital and Brian before they flew back to the military.
The details and pictures can be seen behind this Here we have are cornicopia of alchaholic beverages.
Nital looking happy at the prospect of drinking far too much.
The night consisted of a mini-rave, at which point I discovered that I can somehow poi spin while plastered. Unfortunately, none of the pictures came out very well, so just imagine a bunch of spinning glow sticks in the dark with Anabolic Frolic playing in the background. We drank...alot.
The next morning I wasn't in the best mindset. I awoke around 8am, was fed some tequilla, and puked. Lovely. After wrestling with my stomach for a while, I sucked down some Vitamin B and a couple bottles of water before passing out sprawled across my bed. Cold chills, hot flashes, the whole dealie. It was terrible.
On the bright side, I awoke two hours later and was feeling fine. Not just fine, I was feeling amazing. In a great mood, even. The sun peaked out from the clouds for a bit and after I slurped down some soup, I was feeling right as rain.
Over the course of the next couple hours, I managed to paste my memory of the party back together in my mind. To the best of my recollection, I drank Four shots of vodka, one of which had a broken glow stick inside of it, two mugs (steins) of port, Two Smirnoff Ice's, An Irish Car Bomb, A Kahua mixer, the remainder of the gin and juice, A rum and orange juice mixer, and a mug and a half of champagne.
I managed to remain a calm, collected, cognitive person up until the champagne. Apparently, champagne is my weakness. Once it hit my stomach, I was gone. Absolutely. Utterly. Blasted. I remember talking on the phone with a couple folks, but I don't remember much of what was said. I remember giving people advice and having some nice conversations, but don't remember what the hell I was talking about. At one point during the night, I went outside and talked in the blistering cold in a pair of pants and t-shirt. I know this because I'm currently suffering from a nasty caste of the sniffles.
The next morning, this is all which remained of our cornicopia.
Considering that there were only about 7 people there, that is kind of scary.
All in all, it was a good party. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and it was a good note to leave my freinds on.
~Kigs
That said, I have FINALLY uploaded a couple New Years eve pics. We had a bit of a get together at my household, which doubled up as a going away party for my freinds Nital and Brian before they flew back to the military.
The details and pictures can be seen behind this Here we have are cornicopia of alchaholic beverages.
Nital looking happy at the prospect of drinking far too much.
The night consisted of a mini-rave, at which point I discovered that I can somehow poi spin while plastered. Unfortunately, none of the pictures came out very well, so just imagine a bunch of spinning glow sticks in the dark with Anabolic Frolic playing in the background. We drank...alot.
The next morning I wasn't in the best mindset. I awoke around 8am, was fed some tequilla, and puked. Lovely. After wrestling with my stomach for a while, I sucked down some Vitamin B and a couple bottles of water before passing out sprawled across my bed. Cold chills, hot flashes, the whole dealie. It was terrible.
On the bright side, I awoke two hours later and was feeling fine. Not just fine, I was feeling amazing. In a great mood, even. The sun peaked out from the clouds for a bit and after I slurped down some soup, I was feeling right as rain.
Over the course of the next couple hours, I managed to paste my memory of the party back together in my mind. To the best of my recollection, I drank Four shots of vodka, one of which had a broken glow stick inside of it, two mugs (steins) of port, Two Smirnoff Ice's, An Irish Car Bomb, A Kahua mixer, the remainder of the gin and juice, A rum and orange juice mixer, and a mug and a half of champagne.
I managed to remain a calm, collected, cognitive person up until the champagne. Apparently, champagne is my weakness. Once it hit my stomach, I was gone. Absolutely. Utterly. Blasted. I remember talking on the phone with a couple folks, but I don't remember much of what was said. I remember giving people advice and having some nice conversations, but don't remember what the hell I was talking about. At one point during the night, I went outside and talked in the blistering cold in a pair of pants and t-shirt. I know this because I'm currently suffering from a nasty caste of the sniffles.
The next morning, this is all which remained of our cornicopia.
Considering that there were only about 7 people there, that is kind of scary.
All in all, it was a good party. Everyone enjoyed themselves, and it was a good note to leave my freinds on.
~Kigs