Happy New Year!

I'm sitting here, big ol' glass of water within arm's reach, trying to reconstruct the events of last evening. There was alcohol. Oh yes, there was alcohol. And I definitely didn't drink nearly as much as my compatriots, but I'm still feeling a bit rough anyway. It's amazing that such a non-holiday can bring out the most self-destructive behaviour in some people.

Anyway, this was my first New Year's in Montreal and I think we made it a good one. We started off at my apartment, predrinking with my roommates and assorted other people. Meagan is still hell-bent on introducing me to her friend, Kira, but that didn't happen since Kira cancelled. No biggie, as far as I'm concerned. Kira is a single mom who's around my age so she's already got 2 major strikes against her. Though Megs keeps claiming she's not trying to set me up, the alarms are going off left and right in my head. Of course, that could just be the hangover talking. Alrighty, back to the story. So we had a few bevies here before heading off to Belmont Sur le Boulevard, not far from my place. It was $40 open bar from 9pm-midnight. That's just a lawsuit waiting to happen, eh?

Once in the bar, we lost Paul for extended periods of time. Considering the state we eventually found him in, it's apparent he made good use of the open bar. He's going to have a wicked hangover when he wakes up, no doubt. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Martin, but Katie tells me he stayed in Meagan's room. I know Megs eventually came home, so that leads me to wonder what may (or may not) have happened between the two of them. And in keeping with the theme of gettin' your naughty on, my roomie's sister christened our laundry room with her boyfriend once they got back from the bar. So apparently our guests can even manage to get laid in this apartment before I can. I think we all know what my first New Year's resolution will be, eh?

At any rate, I had a good time and no one got arrested or beaten up. Sounds like a success to me!