Not necessarily a bang, but certainly a loud noise...

That's what I'll say about my New Year's. After spending £15 on a ticket for a New Year's Eve party and then £6 for drinks, I was officially feeling out of money for the evening. Frank, Joe, and I felt a little old for the place, and weren't having much success at having fun, but we kept trying. The London School of Economics were doing much better (possibly because they were drinking substantially more). Frank left shortly after midnight, and Joe and I followed at 1:30 or so.

While the club wasn't so great as we wanted it to be, I'm glad we went out. It was amazing seeing all of the people in Trafalgar Square. They closed the streets to cars and there were herds of people. I felt like I was in a song. The club was impossibly loud and played what they described as "oldies and classics" but was mostly weird British pop mixed with the theme from Greece and the Spicegirls. I was amazed that people (girls, especially) weren't more dressed up. I thought I might look a little slobby in my jeans and nice tank top (vest, in British terminology) but that was what everyone was wearing. On our way home, we had to walk past a few closed tube stops to get to an open one and then took a LONG way home. Opps.

Made it home, safe and sound, and then went to work the next day.