The hostess.
The host.
Yippie-kai-yea.
The hat fashion show continues ...
Suma cum laude.
We caught Cara wearing her hat.
White Russians begin to take effect.
Post vodka shortage, pre backyard.
Countdown to midnight begins.
The booze had clearly been flowing for a while.
The "Z" on Steph's hat was a lightning bolt, dammit!
A drinker assaults a non-drinker.
Pure joy comes after a sip of champagne.
After two sips, however, things may get a little scary.
Two lightweights.
Belligerent.
Great, now a drinker assaults another drinker.
A glimpse of the morning after.
Alissa models her chamber maid-style hat. (In pink, of course.)
A pope hat for our party organizer was incredibly appropriate, as the masses eventually became pretty much huddled and starving (due to White Russians made with gin and a chinese food fight, respectively).
Scott looking stern as he accepts his diploma in 21st century New Year's Eve poetry.
Note the tags.
As always, Warren makes sure the booze is flowing.
Anyone could see that.
Hey, I'm on your side!
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The hostess.
Alissa models her chamber maid-style hat. (In pink, of course.)