How did that happen? Sitting with a Stella Artois while watching Funny People,is not exactly how I imagined ringing in a new year, but with a sleeping little dude in the other room; it is my life now. I enjoy the solitude or at least the quiet. No fretting over where, transportation, spending ridiculous amounts of money to be surrounded by 100+ strangers...not to mention the hangover.
I think I hit the ceiling a few years back during a wee-hour, 9 round New Years celebration. How bad was it? Let's just say that I couldn't flip over on the couch without being ill. Yeah. It was the worst 24 hours of my life - but it was an awesome night if I remember correctly. Question is - do I remember it correctly?
Happy New Year. It is 2010. Make this year the best one yet. One long celebration, so that when '11 hits, it hurts too much to flip-over:)
