Like a Fish

My New years celebration started out as your typical gathering of friends. We exchanged best wishes and happy New Year while we indulged in several bottles of fine Champaign. Watching the New Years celebration unfold around the world from a web cam feed was fun and exciting. As each person became intoxicated with the cool, refreshing, and bubbly taste of Champaign.

As soon as the clock struck 12:00AM, everyone was alive with fresh ideas of how the night should proceed. We pilled into two cars and quickly made our way to a posh club; the music was blaring and the alcohol was flowing. Several vodka tonics had me pinned down. I was a bit loopy. My friends and I spent the rest of the night dancing and drinking, a great way to celebrate any occasion.

The night slowly began to wind down. As we arrived back to the apartment, I made a made dash for the nearest lavatory. Oh, Vodka you are a cruel mistress indeed, but I do love you so much. I spent several hours passed out on the cold bathroom floor. When I came to, I stammered down the steps and lied down on the closest available seat.

The next morning everyone awoke to the smell of a rich breakfast. The breakfast was prepared by one of my friends and included eggs, hash browns, and pancakes. Everything was home made, yummy.