Rachael and me (I'm just noticing now how much that black sweater of mine shrunk in the was - it's starting to looking like a god-damned baby-tee. Jesus.)
Later that night, Rachael, Emily, Meredith and I headed up to the very classy Pat's Bar in Landing, NJ (it's sort of become a holiday tradition over the years).
Caitlin works at an ice cream store and showed up at the party with a garbage bag full of pints. Look at the drunkies I found out on the backporch getting their ice cream on. I think I caught Emily in the middle of a "ow, fuck! Brainfreeze!" moment.