That was _so_ not a happy new year. Wow. It certainly explains why I was so very sick that next day.

Granted, I was way past tipsy on my own that night and didn’t worry too much about it at the time because I knew I had a designated driver that night. It was only looking back after the fact when I tried to remember how much I’d had to drink when I realized something wasn’t adding up. Sure, we’d killed the first pitcher of mangotinis before 10pm but after the liquor run (I didn’t drive) I had maybe 2 more ‘tinis and one candy bar shot (equal parts butterschnapps, godiva liqueur, and Irish cream).

Musing to Jen, who was also at the party, later I found out that one of the other guests had been topping off my drink on a regular basis while I was watching whatever odd movie was on (Mad Mad Mad Mad World? I think?). I only thought I slowed down my drinking as the night went on!