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Recaps :: An entirely accurate portrayal of an Atomic New Year's I don't really remember when I stopped remembering things, but it was somewhere between the Seagrams 7 shot and the flip cup. I can say with complete accuracy that I arrived at 1358 Independence Ave. sometime after 9pm. However, what time I left, how I got to Keith's, or why the hell I left my coat with my keys and wallet in it at the party I may never know. Still, I know that a good time was had by all VIPUers in attendance, and here is what I've been able to piece together from eye-witness accounts (other drunks) and newspaper coverage: -- Most of the party took place in the kitchen. I assume because that was where the booze was, and because there was a digital clock on the microwave; -- VIPUer Kelley was quick to set the pace with a keg stand not more than 10 minutes after arriving (it is of course quite possible that 10 minutes was actually 2 hours); -- Contrary to his performance on the indoor pitch, VIPUer Paul led the way in the shots category; -- Paul also led several faux countdowns to midnight, which I was more than willing to help perpetuate. The actual midnight countdown did not happen, to my recollection. More than likely because everyone was so goddamn sick of it by then; -- The fact that the bathroom was on the second floor at the top of a large staircase made going to the bathroom not only inconvenient, but eventually perilous as well. No deaths were reported; -- VIPUer Tara eventually showed up and played several games of flip cup...and I think cheered me on, even though I was abyssmal at that damn game, and kept trying to flip the cup to stand on the small bottom, not the wide top, like the professionals do. Anyway, I'm pretty sure my team lost everytime, but I wouldn't stop playing, so they eventually started skipping me. And still lost; -- I know there was a downstairs, and I think there might have been dancing down there, and possibly a television where people were watching Sex and the City. And I think I forced fellow VIPUer Trixie down there at some point, quite possibly in an attempt to kill her. If this gets posted I was unsuccessful; -- Trixie took several incriminating photos of drunken VIPUers and will likely distribute them to the City Paper and British tabloids; -- Someone apparently shook up a gigantic bottle of champagne, shot the cork at someone's back, drenched an unsuspecting female's face, then soaked the entire room. Nothing says "Happy New Year" like champagne dripping from the ceiling; -- Trixie and Kelley apparently continued the party well into the morning at a neighborhood Fuddruckers. Although closed, they were too drunk to notice and spent 2 hours pushing a door that said "Pull," which was locked anyway. Happy New Year everyone! And if any other VIPUers were at the party, man, I was drunker than I thought... » View the New Year's Eve Photos  |
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