Pillow Fight

We went from a party of 2 to a party of 20 in 10 minutes. What started out as a friendly girls-only slumber party/new year's eve bash turned into a sausage-fest. Backtrack it to Motzash(Saturday night). I was sitting on the air mattress in Malki's room, when I decided to send a mass invitation to 104 girls on Facebook. We figured we would do it all girls for the sole purpose of us wearing pajamas. I brought over a few DVDs, made guacamole and baked cookies. In our pajamas, Malki and I kicked off the evening over a warm bowl of Wacky Mac and we reflected on the top 10 moments of 2006. Next, we watched 13 Going on 30 (Malki cried)...(fine, I cried the first few times I saw it too), and we were eating our snacks. When it was over, we checked Facebook. We had 23 rejections, 7 maybes, 2 yes's and the remainder were MIA. 2 Yes's. Who were they? Me, of course and Malki. We were contemplating taking a bunch of pictures of us wearing different outfits in the event of a Facebook album. I even suggested reenacting that scene from Home Alone when Kevin wanted the bad guys to see he wasn't by himself. It was all a pretty good deal, but the problem was, it was only 9:30, Malki was in tears, and we both stained our clothing from the guacamole. The pajama party was over!
We each sent out around 10 text messages, threw on clothing, made a sign and within 12 minutes, we had a party rolling-guests included. The final guest was out at 4am. In and out, we had a total of 6 girls, 14 males. What happened to all the girls? Ironically of the 6 girls we had all evening, only 3 were invited (again, Malki and I are included in that mix), and the other 3 that showed up were way cooler than the other 101 girls combined. Booyah!
But hands down, the best moment of the party was at midnight. At around 12:04(we didn't realize it was midnight until we heard noise coming from the locals on Bennett Ave) we remembered that the cool thing to do is watch the ball drop, and since B55 does not currently get television channels, we went to check it out online. We eagerly watched the screen of the Dell. Suddenly, the moments arrived that the ball hit the bottom of the pole. In ginormous lights, the screen read "2006"....DARN!