New Years Extravaganza

Luckily for me I have had relatively few run ins with the cops during my drunken escapades. Unfortunately this story was one of the few. I have never been the biggest fan of New Years, it all seems so pretentious, and in all honesty I haven't celebrated one with a girl in a few years. This year was no different as my girlfriend was traveling halfway across the world. I decided to hang out with a few of my closest friends in Carlsbad to ring in the new year.
One of those friends had been going through a rough time in his life so I want to get there early to hang out with him and hope to cheer him up. This of course meant a ton of drinking. My friend is no average drinker so I knew it would take a lot for me to get him wasted. We started the day (it was probably around 1ish) with a bottle of Jack and a 12 pack of White Ale. He is very much a shot taker so we proceeded to work on the bottle shot after shot. By the time anyone else got to the house we had finished the first bottle and most of the beers. Knowing we would have to eat soon in order to stay up all night we decided to pig out for a while.
When most of the guys got home it was decided to go to a party at a friends girlfriends house. My college buddy was is town visiting his girlfriend and had asked to join us. Of course I said, meet us at my place. What can I say we needed a ride. He got there and realized he had a lot of catching up to do. We then took turns taking some more shots and filled up a flask to take with us.
Earlier that night I had heard that there would be a new friend at the party I needed to meet. According to the legend he was more if a drunk ass then me. Arriving at the place (probably 9ish) we realized this was not going to be a big party, but at least there were a lot of girls there, and the fridge was stocked with beer and booze. All good signs. I met the new drinking rival and we instantly decided that we needed to have a competition tonight. The rules were simple: each man much constantly have a drink in his hand, first to stop drinking or pass out loses. Seemed fair enough to me.
(For about the next hour I do not remember anything, I was blacked out drunk. This is from stories of others at the party.)
Being bored with the easiness of the game so far we evidently decided to play side games such as: how far back can you catch M&Ms in your mouth, how many girls can you piss off, how many random pictures can you get into, etc. At some point the place started to fill up as midnight got closer. Sooner or later I did something to piss off a group of marines that were there. Words were exchanged and the next thing I know I am being dragged out of the party by two of my friends. Being pinned down of the front lawn I am screaming at them and spitting in their faces as they are sitting on top of me to hold me down. Not the place you want to be. I am then told I am not allowed back in the party. So what else is there to do, run!
Now I had no idea where I was, NO IDEA. To top that off there was a thick fog coming in from the coast. And worse, in all the antics I had lost all of my money and my cell phone. Bad news. After what seemed like forever (later I would find it was at least 2 miles) I started to hear the familiar sound of cars. I must be close to the freeway, yes! Finding a spot close to the on-ramp I start to try to hitchhike my way home. It became clear early on the no one in their right mind was going to pick me up. This infuriated me. Soon if a car did not pick me up I ran into the street and started to kick their car. As fun as this was for a while, sooner of later it had to end.
Finally I kicked the wrong car and the guy got out and started to chase me down the street. The next thing I know a cop car is following me. Fuck! That asshole must have called the cops. After reading me my rights I was cuffed and put in the back of the car. Being close to the Camp Pendelton Military Base I had been picked up by the military police. They took me back to their base and I was transferred to a Oceanside police cruiser. Luckily by this point I had sobered up quite a bit. Having been in the drunk tank before I knew that was not how I wanted to spent my night. The officer was cool and tried to get me a cab home but I did not have any money with me. After a while of haggling I convinced him to take me home. But, because of jurisdiction he could not take me to where I was staying in Carlsbad. So luckily my sister lives in Oceanside and he took me there. After a little bit of hassle I was able to get into my sisters place to crash. (It was 330am)
In the morning my sister walked out and knew there must be a good story when her drunk ass brother had found his way to her couch in the middle of the night.