Once again the new year.

Luxury is still a holiday - New Year. All sorts of delicious and unexpected happening that night. Well, of course, there are lots of sorts of other enjoyable days of the year. Now that's Christmas with baptism and other eleyami revived and celebrated in full growth. But, all the same New Year for us - it is something special, as it is pronounced in one southern city. And 30 years ago - and even more so.
And now, about all those years ago, the company has a 9-graders celebrate this glorious feast. The parents of one of the participants recklessly your home at the mercy given. Not just naturally gathered. Prepared thoroughly, you can not tell a child. As has been purchased by 8 members of the upcoming event a case of vodka. For those who do not know - it's not miserable packaging by 12 small-sized bubbles. It can be said, a classic, noble proportions of the box, 20 full-length pollitrovyh containers. A cho this? Eight healthy enough dunce, a long night ahead. And not only the night. In general, it is quite common and pragmatic approach. Th run something then. Especially because in those days you could not run out something afterward nothing.
In general, 11-00 struck, Old, as usual, spent. Struck 00-00, New, itself, themselves, were met. It's on the main points, so to speak. In between, too, do not get bored. By about 1 am elucidated a nasty little feature. Well, as unpleasant. In general, was taken too high rate of passage of a distance. And part of the crew start fairly storm. In principle, it is even the natural course of the process, as the case requires this particular experience. But it is, so to speak, particularly unimportant, but in general the holiday, we can say, it was possible.
Somewhere shortly after 1 am there was, however, some livening up, added the twinkle in fading campfire celebration. Signal to it served as the doorbell, accompanied by the insistent knocking. This is usually report their coming representatives of community services and law enforcement agencies. Or Santa Claus New Year's Eve. When there is already a little tired.
Actually, it was a nice representative of Lapland and found our young men, revealing finally the door. As befits status, Grandfather was eloquent and kind. And in accordance with the time of day, not only is red and shubeykoy cap. Face also does not fall out of the range of colors of clothing guest. He was good. Guys, too, was good. Had a very lively conversation on some raised voices, but quite friendly content.
Unfortunately for one of the young men had been careless enough during a conversation based on the front door. Little boy was pretty, despite her young age, size. And seriously keen on the bar. Storm him as thoroughly as other team members. Therefore, during the conversation, he made together with the door reciprocates quite large amplitude. Santa Claus was also not burdened by binding to a specific point on the coordinate axes.
At some point in time trajectory of the door and the front of the head guest from the North crossed. Door with weightlifter retreated to the original. Grandfather went. And yourself up not going. And then - such a Splash at 120 pounds with a door in the facade arrived.
There has been some recovery in the ranks of celebrating associated with the need to take emergency measures guest of honor. The body moved to the bathroom, passing releasing details of unnecessary clothing. Well, that is, even allowing for the state, it was clear that a fur coat, hat and beard while taking a shower would be superfluous. Anyway, as the rest of clothes, including underwear.
In general, a complex resuscitation measures Granddaddy was held in the clothes of Adam. The very process was quite lively. In contrast mode. Leitmotif, we can say the phrase sounded weightlifter: "Try to Die, bastard - bury." At the same time, for the greater, I think, the effect it half-heartedly palm ohazhival knockout tinsel.
However, that way thirty minutes abuse temporarily deceased began to show signs of life. After that has been placed in one of the bedrooms. Guest dress, of course, no one bothered. And the complexity of this process can not be compared with the strip.
Well, then there - alive - and right, and went dogulivat. And somehow quickly and quietly after this burst of emotion have moved into the realm of the sleeping. Who - horizontally, who - in an armchair in a pose shot in the head. In general, dried valiant forces.
It's the first morning of the New Year. And one of those killed in the head wakes up from a sufficiently powerful shocks in the shoulder. There ought to be noted that he did not personally involved in the process of resuscitation. And, as often happens, he is not participating, not really remember the course of some events. Well, more accurately, do not remember the coming of the Father.
And then he wakes up from the powerful tremors in the shoulder. Sees a heavy bunch of gene * waists before a face. And from above is accompanied by a booming baritone: "Bastards! You where my clothes Delhi? »
Well, the first thought waking up - all with the first protein drinking, kapets. But the vision "of Priapus" is not dissipated. And the thought comes second, from which it becomes really bad and think about this scenario does not want to do.
It is unknown how would be reflected as an extraordinary event on the fragile psyche of waking up, tighten the situation for another couple of minutes. But here in the next room on the trumpet hobbled weightlifter, owl quickly clarified the situation and took control.
By the way, in the box * ki guys have not mastered. And - coincidence or not, but from the whole of the company almost no one does not drink. Well, a glass of wine every couple of months.