7:45 pm
I arrive at the apartment with a 4-pack of Red Bulls and roast beef sandwiches in tow for Zach, Dan, and me. These seem like important instruments for a good night.

7:50 pm
My roast beef sandwich seems to have mysteriously disappeared, but I have a satisfied and full feeling in my tummy box.

8:00 pm
My first Red Bull seems to have disappeared too, but I’m left with an excited and jittery feeling all over.

8:15 pm
Erica’s here with some drinks, primarily for tomorrow morning’s recovery - Gatorades and Bloody Mary mix. While downstairs, I found Mark sleeping in his car. Please don’t let this be a sign of things to come.

8:33 pm
I’ve never had Fudrucker’s. My sister can’t believe this.

8:45 pm
Kevin just walked in with a huge cooler. His sweater is great. Alex’s sweater is okay. Devansh’s sweater might take the cake. Most importantly, they’ve come with gin…

9:00 pm
We’re drinking in the living room, watching the Celtics game, and recapping our night in Burlington, Vermont a couple weeks ago. God I love these guys.

10:46 pm
Del Greco just tried to lure my sister under the mistletoe. Surely this will not be his only attempt.

11:15 pm
We have a couple Phillies fans here. Being the instigator I am, I asked if having Roy Halladay was really an upgrade over Cliff Lee. An eruption has ensued. Of course Alex has gotten into the mix. My work here is done.

11:33 pm
I just went outside to look for a Festivus pole. Nothing would make me happier right now than the feats of strength taking place in this apartment. “Nobody leaves until Zach Stone gets pinned!” It’s too cold outside, though, and I give up the search for the pole.

11:40 pm
My second can of Red Bull is gone. I don’t particularly like relying on energy drinks, but I know I’d fade by midnight if I didn’t use something to keep me awake. Part of this Red Bull was mixed into a delicious concoction: Red Bull/Cranberry juice/Pineapple juice/Tonic water/Gin.

12:22 am
Music and hookah equals a good time in the kitchen right now.

12:45 am
I Cait-ed my drink, meaning I dropped it, but it landed perfectly on the ground.

1:12 am
We finally have Christmas music playing. Everyone’s singing along. If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.

1:27 am
The Christmas music was short-lived, but at least we’re listening to Sam Cooke now. He’s my current flavor of the month.

2:06 am
I just found Mark and Alex in Mark’s room. No hanky panky, though. They’re debating our foreign wars. Alex leaves for Army training in 15 days. Every party has its heavy moments.

2:17 am
Have the party just left. So much for the late night antics to duplicate the Halloween party. Long sigh.

2:20 am
There have been weird smells all night. Dan just admitted to farting. Giggle giggle. Gets me every time.

2:27 am
Bringing Del Greco home and making a run to the 24-hour sandwich shop for some people. Don’t worry - my last alcoholic beverage was the Red Bull concoction before midnight and I’ve sobered up.

3:08 am
I just dropped off Del Greco. To recap, after four years of Boston University, I have tens of thousands of dollars in debt, no job, but one incredible friend to show for my time there.

3:30 am
More Sam Cooke thanks to Pandora and Mark’s Blackberry.

4:00 am
The Hangover has started. The movie, not mine.

4:17 am
Kinlin just walked into the living room in his underwear, looked around confused, and returned to his room.

5:47 am
I just woke up after a good hour of sleep in Zach’s bed while everyone else was watching the movie. There’s something going on in the room next door. A quote from the man in that room: “I like the light on.”

6:08 am
You know what amazes me? The glitter on my ugly Christmas sweatshirt refuses to come off. That’s just good craftsmanship. You can’t find that anymore these days.

6:30 am
Dan, Kevin, Steph, and I are trying to sleep in the living room, but it’s impossible with Devansh snoring.

6:45 am
Better off just driving home and sleeping in my own bed 30 minutes away. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good morning.