A little before midnight, everyone left whatever little corner of the party they were in and headed to the main room to bring in the New Year together. Me and Cyn.
Court and John Berk! The open bar ended at 11pm, but Court made an executive decision to throw down some plastic and keep the party train rolling. Yes! Love how the Cosby sweater has made it over to John at this point.
Later that night we went across the street to visit Greg who was djing at Bowery Electric. We brought along a sprouty lil' bulb of garlic that we found in Leigh's fridge. He was sorta steenky!
...but Vin kept on laughing (like he usually does). (By the way, any time I'm making faces like this in photos that's usually a leading indicator that I'm on my way to CRUNKEDSVILLE).
As the surprise wore off, she just started laughing and laughing. Her first words back to me after my proposal were inspired by Bret Michaels and VH1's awesomely terrible Rock of Love. She asked, "Will you stay in this house and continue to rock my world?" Hahaha.
After we finished making a mess all over the sidewalk, we went back inside and played songs for nobody but ourselves the rest of the night. Good. Times.
