So New Year's was spent like this:
Hmmm...why is the smoke detector covered? Because of all that...ham...yea, ham....we were cooking.
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7. 2007 bitches.
Breaking and not being able to enter.
Apparently plaid is the thang for the night.
CabPoses (Trademarked).
Henry trying to make the phone calls with his ass broken phone, er, awesome phone with 360 swivel action.
New York, New Yorkkkkk
CabPoses. I was all about the Blue Steele faces that night.
This photo marks the beginning of the end for all of us...and we were so not aware of this at the time...at the time...
"HAPPY NEW YEARS!" screamed Matt. When Cy saw this photo today, he said, "Oh my god...I do not remember wearing those glasses." And then he laughed.
2007. Exactly.
These glasses made the rounds. Slutty, slutty glasses.
Plastic red cups...CLASSY. Just like the glasses.
The communal celebratory bottle...that assisted in our later destruction. One. By. One.
Henry was the first casualty as we shall see later.
The presence of that camera was so not good for all these aspiring future leaders of America...
It's so tasty on the lips.
"Keep back! This is all mine!!"
Kenny and friend.
And Henry's out for the count by this photo. Haha.
And for a while, Cy as well.
Something interesting is on the ground...yea...
Cy silently judges.
Anyway, Happy New Years, boys and girls!!