Ahhhh, memories of New Year's eve....
We would throw a party, put up a HUGE piece of photograper's "seamless" paper on the wall, and hang a jar of colorful markers on the wall, for people to write their resolutions!
The liquor table was
exceedingly well stocked... the theory being, "In Vino, Veritas". Also, we just liked getting hammered that night.
The music blasted away, dancing was not encouraged, but
applauded. Especially that long-legged pony who did the best dirty-dancing!
At midnight, I'd blast the theme from the "Star Wars" soundtrack, and suddenly there would be spools of used ticker-tape* flying, covering the whole place within seconds...and for some reason, when things get this crazy, there is a LOT of inter-gender wrestling and making-out under the ( two-three feet deep) ticker-tape!
We never let anybody drive home (the party would typically go 'til dawn, anyway) and the next day, you couldn't believe how the place looked...tickertape and dead bodies all over the place!
Me and the (then) wife would attempt to make eggs and biscuits and sausage gravy...and Bloody Marys for all and sundry! W00t!
Our poor abused guests would file out around around 1 pm...vowing to be good.
HAH!
*Ticker-Tape: An ancient method of data storage...it was plain 20 lb. paper on spool about an inch wide, and about 8" in diameter. The machine would punch little holes in it, which could be re-read by the same machine.