You know it was a good New Year's Eve when...

• you don't remember taking half the pictures on your digital camera, even though you were clearly the one who took them
  
• you were clearly having a good time in pictures of yourself you don't remember posing for
  
• Sadownik comes in from out of town
  
• Lilou comes bearing cute French boys
  
• BSom and JHoff come bearing the finishing touches to both your *amazing* playlist and your extensive selection of liquor
  
• The neighbors come bearing 40's
  
• Jersey comes bearing tequila
  
• there was the wearing of many shirts
  
• there was the wearing of many novelty items
  
• there was, apparently, ass-slapping—of a strictly non-sketchy variety
  
• there was no permanent damage
  
• you find shirts in your apartment the next morning that don't belong to you, any of your roommates, or any of the people who spent the night
  
• you wake up the next morning and want nothing more than to hydrate and watch an entire season of "Sex and the City" on DVD with your fabulous roommates