Surprisingly, it doesn’t really involve all too much drinking. I mean, yes there will be the not being sober. But this is me we’re talking about. There’s apparently some form of a party going on on Sunday, and I fully intend to be there this time. Unlike the last few years, wherein I ended up not going for lack of a date, this year I just don’t particularly care. I’m going for the food, dammit. If I meet someone, I do. If not, then hopefully the food’s good. And this keyboard is pissing me off, so I’m done. Stupid bloody parents’ computer…