Last night Dev made a big new year's dinner for us, which as per usual was scrump-didilly-umptious. The year came and went whilst we talked, played (Need for Speed champ right here, brap.), Poker-ed (arrrrgh) and drank.
Unfortunately we had to ring in the new year sans one of our comrades, Alex, because of some crazy drunk girls who apparently stole his car keys and couldn't come back to our party. "Worst new years, man." It's okay, Marshmallow, there's always next year.