We started out at Naked Tchopstix for dinner in order to get parking within a mile of Broadripple, which turned out to be an excellent plan with all of us parking within a couple blocks :)
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Sad to say that we had to wait for good drinks until we got home since the Vogue is completely unaware how to make or sell quality drinks; however, the Roarin' Twenties motif was lots of fun. The tuxs and gangsters suits were very sexy. Eric and I even made the final round for the best 20's style dressed couple...too bad there's no prize for second place :(
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The biggest entertainment was standing on Broadripple Avenue and watching this VERY happy person getting into everybody's face with a jolly HAPPY NEW YEAR! I couldn't help but notice that he kept a better distance after one girl nearly puked in his face when he squatted down to look up at her. Oh, and one pink shirted guy was pissed to be referred to as Pinky. I think kicking his ass and landing in jail would have been a perfect way to enter 2006, but Mr. Happy got nervous and smoothed ruffled feathers, so we just went home and finally got the much needed alcoholic buzz...
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