Wednesday, January 2, 2013

2012 Went Down in Flames

Ah, New Years Eve.  A time for people to make resolutions and reflect on a year gone by.  Or, if you are one of my friends, you drink until you can't feel feelings while a guy named Mel drives you around Omaha.  Our story starts one week ago today...

At Happy Hour (paraphrasing everything)
Joanne: "Seriously, what are we going to do for New Years Eve?"
Sarah: "No clue bro, we were going to do Power & Lights but I don't want to get stuck driving and babysitting Pete and Z"
Kailey: "I suspect my New Years will be spent on my couch in sweatpants with a glass of wine"
Joanne: "I have another party I could go to, but I like the sweatpants idea"

So that should be the end of the story, right? Wrong.  Given the fact that is was still the holiday season, Sarah and I were anything but busy at work.  Our conversations ranged from serious to straight up ridiculous, but the one below is really what started our journey towards epic New Years Eve status.


Fast forward through the conversation about sneezing out of her mouth and figuring out what we are going to do with our lives and Boom- we got a bus.

Next stop was inviting people to ensure we could fill it up with 23 people.  I was a little nervous since we were less than a week away and people probably already made plans.  I constructed a Facebook invite and started selecting people to invite.  I sent out the first batch of invites and while I was in the middle of sending out round two, the bus filled up.  Wait, what?!  My friends also wait until the last minute to plan things, that's fantastic! Now all I need to do is get supplies for said bus.  My shopping list went like this:

- wristbands
-beer
-champagne
-boat horn
- glow sticks

Once the food was made and the drinks were purchased, it was time for the show to start.  Everyone received a complimentary "Jesus Loves Me" wristband and glow sticks on board, because both are good reminders that we are completely insane.

Getting cozy on Mel's bus.  


Ready for a night on the town.
With the help of Mel, we visited some of our favorite bars and I somehow managed to herd everyone on to the bus together so no one was left behind at each stop.  We were all having a great time until we decided to visit Kelcy at the Mai Tai.  You could actually see people's faces contort from "kind of drunk" to "WOOOO PARTY drunk" after finishing off one Mai Tai. 

WOOO Party!
We ended up at Grandpa's Basement (Or Old Mill Lounge if you want to call it by the correct name) where we rang in the New Year together.  My favorite moment of the night was when Margaret and company decided to start counting down from 10 about 5 minutes too early.  No one was paying attention so when she started counting down of course everyone joined in.  At zero they all celebrated, but realized they had been duped when the people in Times Square were just standing there and not celebrating with them on TV.  By the time anyone in the bar figured out what was going on though, the clock did strike midnight and everyone missed it.  I still laugh about that one.

The rest of the night gets a little fuzzy, but I do know that everyone made it home safely and we somehow all lived to talk about it the next day.  Of course, no friend event would be complete without a rendition of Zombie, which is appropriately how I felt the day after. 


Here is to 2013, I hope it lives up to the hype.

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