<------- A portrait of myself, on New Years Eve/Day.
A picture I do not remembering being in, and to a night I can and cannot recall, all at the same time.
Despite the fact that, of all days, it decided to snow on New Years Eve, I had an awesome New Years Day with family and friends. The roads became slippery and planners of party hopping were more vulnerable to get stuck in traffic, or worse, an accident. My thought was, well, at least now your chances of getting pulled over are semi-slim, because they won't know whether you're a bad driver due to the icy roads or because you're intoxicated and unconsciously swerving. My night was planned around attending three, possibly four parties. I ended my night with two, which was a completely good choice.
Aside from all the snow, I had a great time. In all honesty, as far as I remember, I have never gotten that wasted. Ever. Most nights I am aware of my surroundings, no matter how many drinks I've had. For some reason I can't recall NYE 2012. The last sober moment I remember is the countdown. I had the world's worst hangover ever! I locked myself in the bathroom basically the entire day. My cousin was 110% sober. She told me what happened the night before. Apparently, I did a lot of pretty embarrassing stuff. Nothing crazy like skinny dipping, taking my bra off, or anything like that.... but I felt pretty dumb the next morning. I seriously do not recall some of the events at all. Zero. Nada. Even though I was going through my worst hangover ever, it could not overshadow how obviously drunk I was the night before. T__T Never again.