Yeah. Yay for Performance Inebriation!
On the other hand, I got to see pretty fireworks and laugh at the poor peons below us crushed in the overwhelming crowds while we partied on the rooftop. Go Team Whiskey, go go go! Yatta!
At one point in the evening, I had aquired my own gaggle of ducklings that followed me around screaming "Eigo shiite!" or something like that. Two of them were the kids of the aforementioned brother-pimping boob-grabber and the others were... random children. *shrugs*