#humblebrag.

What

I AM HUNG OVER. UBER PLZ EXPLAIN THIS.

Mark really wants to traumatize us. This is worse than the breast milk sex ring. Come on now.

Oh yes, we divorced years ago. Oddly, it was him who asked for the divorce because he felt we'd "grown apart" and "didn't want the same things anymore". He wasn't wrong - I didn't want to watch him get blackout drunk every weekend, and I also didn't want things to escalate from him trying to take a drunken swing at me…

Okay, this is my favorite. I've laughed at the other stories, but this one made me giggle nonstop from about the Icehouse on and it just got better. Even if you don't win, you're a winner in my heart.

I feel your pain, because my ex was that kind of drunk, which I think is one of the worst kind. If given a choice, I would rather deal with a crier, close-talker or even a punchy drunk over this type any day.

Also not related to New Years, but related to your mention of being so confused as to where you were. Programming note: no booze involved in this story.

Not the worst thing I've ever done, but certainly one of the worst. Two years ago my long distance boyfriend (now husband) came to visit me in Birmingham, AL. We got a fancy room at the Marriott and headed to a World of Beer for NYE at 8 pm in the busy 5 Points area. Evidently they had a cash cover, so we walked a…

Mine was a horrible house party with people who should never be allowed near alcohol.

"YOU AREN'T ARTISTS. YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND."

These stories are great. I just remembered the worst thing I ever did on New Year's Eve. I set two people up.

I got thrown out of a loft party on NYE with a boyfriend and some friends many years ago. The 80's! We were young, very young, and impressed with ourselves for being at such a party at a tender age, and had gone up to the roof to smoke a joint like cool people.

Hmm...in my experience, fivesomes are like student group projects - two or three people do all of the good work, while the rest do a little busy work and then grow bored or lazy and later brag to their friends about feats they never did.

Now I'm just imagining someone high on coke yelling "let's make some fucking sandwiches!"

I don't recall, but I made them like a machine.

Not worst, but really stupid. One year, four friends and I took the train to Toronto from Detroit for NYE. Tale as old as time, we were 19 so we got absolutely hammered at a bar almost exclusively on Jager bombs. I couldn't tell you if we even made it to midnight, at some point we were jettisoned out of the bar early…

I feel asleep, sober, at 9PM, hugging an empty bag of Cheetos.

For me, it's a tossup between Times Square in open toe heels or a fivesome without condoms.

sneaking piña coladas in Puerto Rico while being filmed as a teenager for a reality show