So this is the New Year...

2008 is finally here. Graduation. Trip to Spain. 18th Birthday. All of these are things I have to look forward to this year. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, because all of those are months away.

Last night was pretty fucking good. It didn't start that way, however. Me, my cousin Brendan, and three of my other friends were at Wendy's around 5 pm, chowing down on Frosty's and eagerly awaiting the evening's festivities. Just then we received the text that no one wants to read on New Year's Eve: "Party is off." We were devastated. Turns out some Lame Kid that has never even partied with us got caught with two 750's of booze. His excuse when confronted by his overprotective and potentially psychotic father:

"It's not mine, Alex asked me to get it for his party." What the fuck, dude? Blaming Alex, who barely drinks, because you were compelled to by a shitload of hard liquor for a party you weren't invited to anyway? Not cool, Lame Kid, not cool. So the aforementioned father proceeds to drive to Alex's house, and forces Alex to call his father. You can imagine the conversation. So it's not surprising the party was potentially off. But after some serious texting, we discovered it was still on, but the guest list had been reduced to ultra-select.

Me and my cousin arrive: the party is a disaster. Alex's dad is carrying trays of appetizers and coolers of Generic brand Cola. No alcohol is in sight. (there is some hidden in my jacket however). Everyone is playing video games and look about ready to fall asleep. I was already making plans to bounce before 9. One hour and a lot of spiked drinks later, the party was in full swing and kids were walking in aimlessly off the street like malnourished hobos wandering into a soup kitchen. Brendan begins shamelessly flirting with my friend Jill. Probably the best looking chick, ever. So of course I'm proud of him, he is family after all. I spent the evening catching up with kids that had graduated and spending time with my best friends, all while I was shitfaced and in the best mood. Could it get better than that?

Come to find out around 12:15 am, my cousin and Jill are bone-ing on one of the bunk beds. Everyone was unnecessarily making a HUGE deal out of it, which made it pretty damn hilarious. So I guess New Year's came in with, quite literally, a bang. By 3 am all the hard alcohol was basically gone and I had just toked for a while, so i grabbed a Bud Light for a cool-down drink, ceremoniously settled into my spot on the couch, started watching Harold and Kumar, and was out by 3:15.

So it was a pretty chill night. If it's any sign of what the following year will be like, bring on '08. The moral(s) of the story? Don't invite Lame Kids to parties that are out of their league, never underestimate your Cousin's ability to get laid, and always make sure to spike the Cranberry juice.