Well, my internet decided to buck up.

Early in the night, Andrew, already a beer pong gold medalist, was brimming with confidence and Bud Light.


The game began, and was over just as quickly. Andrew sank four cups in a row, destroying poor Courtney. And, like the sad photographer at Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, I got no shots of the action. All that exists is this setup shot. Cherish it.


To be honest, I don't really have any shots of any of the games, so to make it up to you all, dear reader(s), here is a funny picture of Annaliese with a light-up Santa. Cherish it.



After beer pong, we all headed upstairs and watched as Rock Band was played. Most of the 'athletes' from the games were still jonesing for some action, though, so they went downstairs and set up a game of flip cup. And started dancing?




Annaliese was disgusted.



She had little time to be so concerned, however, as Liz hulked out behind her, and chaos ensued.



After flip-cup ended, everyone headed upstairs. Bri decided that she was capable of climbing up walls.



She was sadly, but hilariously, mistaken.



Random picture of the night. The author and Bri.



Zach, being an indisputable badass at Rock Band.



Bri, being an indisputable weirdo at life.


At this point, my camera was taken from me, and those on the couch were told to pretend to be different things. Here, we are some sort of fierce animals.


Fish.



Old people.


Depressed? I don't know, and neither did Trina, apparently.



Be from the television show Glee. My expression demonstrated my level of familiarity with the show.


Running from a monster.



Now, the monster that we had been running from.



Supermodels.


Supermodels (cont'd).



Deer? Martians? Martian deer?


The last photo that I took that night.