New Year's Eve is probably the only holiday where it is socially acceptable for your friends to yell at random people from the window of your car, although St. Paddy's Day and Cinco De Mayo could also be included.
Evening Statistics:
Number of stories climbed by stairs: Five
Number of dollars paid for parking: Five
Number of drinks consumed: Three
Number of times I had alcohol spilled on me: Lost count
Number of kisses received by members of the same sex: Three
Number of kisses received by members of the opposite sex: Zero
It's 2005 now. Where's my flying car, yo?
I had those same kissing statistics in Eugene and I ended up sleeping on some girl's couch because the person I was staying with in a studio apartment decided to hook up with someone and I had to scramble to find another place to stay. Blech. New Year's is up there with Valentine's Day. Or should I say down there?
I would trade a flying car for tubes ala Futurama.
So Brandon… you have a flying car? You've been holding out!
AD: At least you get to drink a lot on New Year's Eve. Well, I guess you could do the same on V-Day.
Brandon: How about a compromise? Jetpacks for everyone!
Timbo: Yes, yes I do. Instead of gasoline it runs on candy and love.
Brandon: Naw. My flying car gets better mileage. Plus, it has an XM radio.
Please pardon the stupid error above. I'm running low on sleep.