Also:

Apparently, being drunk means that I can no longer prevent myself from making pawing motions in the air with my hands at random intervals, as though I were chasing the bats away from my face, but had found myself possessed of tiny useless Tyrannosaurus Rex arms.

I cannot explain this, although I do believe that more wine might help.

I am coherent enough to realize that this is a silly way to ring in the new year, yet inebriated enough to not care.

Oops! I must get back to my chips!