In new year I always eat with my family before to go to party. On December 31th of 2005 I think, after dinner and bring and get the tipycal hugs, I went with my brother to an unknown guy house to a party. That was the beggining of the long night.

I remember we were in the backyard and there were hanged clothes. So one of my friends took a big brassiere and he stoled. That situation made me laugh very much.
When the night was longer, in fact it was dawn, we all were drunk in street and laughing about the barssiere my friend had stole. Then we walked to a square and we bought the last beers of journey. There we talked with old people that were in a similar situation and we shared beers a few time. I think bought that last beer it was not a good idea, because I fell sleep in a near square and I waked up all sunstroked.