New Years... and beyond!

So... there's actually nothing to say about New Years, but here goes anyway.
We all piled in Ellen's Green Machine to hit up the LCBO. We came with my Ketel 1, and Andrew Bakes's leftover liquor in the trunk. They soon recieved much company in the form of 5 26ers of Stoly, a mickey and a 26er of Bacardi, a 26er of Sourpuss, and a bottle of Champagne. Here's a tip: When a 17-year-old girl tells you she "needs" a 26er of vodka for New Years, read that as "wants a 26er, needs a mickey". File that under obvious foreshadowing. We got back to Carls shortly after, and did nothing until 7 when we started the party an hour early (just me, Ellen, Carl and Elyse).
At 4 AM, after 9 hours of partying, I hit the sack.
Here's a synopsis of what happened in the middle: Everyone got drunk. Most people showed up between 8 an 9. This was a two-tiered party consisting of Tibby's friends, invited by Tibby, and Carl's friends, invited by Carl to hit on Tibby's friends. And there was much hitting done. Not by me of course, but until midnight I was only interested in getting my drink on with A. Petker, who showed up, gave me $10, and requested that someone write WARDEN on his chest in permanent marker immediately (kudos to Ellen for responding fast and adding that attractive star around his right nipple). I also spent most of my time trying to put out alcoholic brushfires (some real, some percieved) and sobering up after the Stoly ran out (I never opened the Ketel, it sits on my shelf watching me right now). I had the amusing experience of getting my hangover out of the way while I was still awake, and countering it with as much water as I could remember to drink. I might have drunk more if the WARDEN hadn't been busy getting his freak on with Devon Burke's little sister in the living room. He's a good kid, I'm glad he enjoyed himself. However, this left me little to do. Wolfgang was slobbering on Teo, Carl on Elyse, Tibby on Alexander, etc etc. The only piece of ass left untapped was jenny Thuss, and I was too busy hiding her vodka to try and hit on her as well. However, a good time was still had by all. I eventually began putting all the little girls to sleep, and shortly after that I had to remove (with the WARDEN's help) Blake from their room. After that I started getting somewhat tired. Then Huggins showed up and we discussed how much of an asshole Brendan was, how shitty his life is, how we should jam when I'm home, and how the WARDEN will never be a good Hamlet. After that Carl kicked him out because everyone was going to bed. However, he didn't understand and we had to explain multiple times, find his clothes and his liquor, and finally make him a drink for the walk home (of a block). When we all awoke the next...ummm... later that day Tibby found a fully gift-wrapped SpiderMan advent calendar on the porch. Such a strange man...
Oh yeah. By the time I went to bed, all the girls had passed out, woken up, and were coming back downstairs hungry. Not for my schlong unfortunately.
I resumed conscious mode around 1, watched Armageddon for the first time (thus without the proper preparations of earplugs, dark glasses, and a horse-tranquilizer), and went to dinner at my grandmother's.
That brings us to today, when I moved back.
I like Waterloo.

Oh, and a big HELLOOO to Carl who has probably discovered by now that his browser's default homepage is no longer set to McMaster University.