New Years' Eve dawned bright and early, and the weather was wonderful. I, however, did not, and I wasn't out of bed until at least lunchtime. I had a pretty lazy day, saving my energy for the night to come. I got invited to a house party at the house of one of the guys at the hostel's uncle, who had a big house on the waterfront. I headed to the liquor store (at the end of the street) and picked up a 6-pack of beers and a 6-pack of vodka and mixer drinks, and some chips (crisps). I had a pretty lazy afternoon and when the party started at the bar, a few of us went in for a couple of drinks until the rest (girls) were ready. I had my kilt on, of course. When we were all pretty much ready, one of the bouncers at the bar came over and told us to get moving, because the police were coming to inspect, and anyone with alcohol on the hostel premises who weren't in the bar could have it confiscated. We all assembled in a mad dash over to the house and the party began in earnest. A group of us all sat round playing drinking games, and we started off with categories, where someone says a category and the rest have to give an example. When someone says what the person who gave the category was thinking, the categorizer would say it was between that person and someone else. Everyone else would then bet on who they thought was right, and the correct person would be revealed. The people who bet wrong would then drink. the other game was just plain ridiculous. Everyone would put imaginary goggle on using their hands, and they would be passed using hand gestures and sound effects, and everyone who messes up would have to drink. It all got pretty messy the more drunk everyone got. We then just sat and talked about rubbish for the rest of the time, until the fireworks started going off. A huge crowd of us then stood at the edge of the property, next to the pavement, and shouted happy new year to anyone who passed. A few of us then erupted into a raucous chorus of Auld Lang Syne. Two of the kiwi guys also erupted into their national anthem. After that I was feeling pretty rough, and I decided to go for a lay down on the back of the guy's ute (pick-up truck). I ended up face down, vomiting over the side, and this was the position I was in when some random woman, whose face I didn't ever see (i was a bit preoccupied), jumped up on the ute and started rubbing my back. She then started yelling to her friend 'Vicky, look, I'm being Jesus!' She kept shouting. 'Here, Vicky, this guy's got a kilt on! And (she lifts up kilt) very shiny boxers." It was shortly after she left that I blacked out for about an hour, and woke up still on the ute. I then managed (miraculously0 to make it back to the hostel, and to bed.
