ended up feeling better and went to downtown nashville with some people to experience thirty-bros with fat at every joint wearing cowboy hats and slutty-gals wearing ass skirts in 20 degree weather, all hammered and puking in the streets. I wasn't drinking because I was still a little sick, and then it started pouring right after the countdown. took us an hour and a half (!!!) to hail a cab, and of course, a friend pukes in the cab so the driver made her cough up near 200 bucks for "damages"
new years eve fucking sucks