In college, I'm still drunk was our standard reply to anyone who asked if we'd had a good time the night before. It was an easy laugh. Still is.
In the same spirit as a giddy co-ed the morning after her first off campus mixer, I can't let this monumental occasion pass with out blogging about it, for crying out loud, I went out on New Year's Eve. That was me! With the make-up. With the husband. With the friends. With the dinner reservation. That was me! With the champagne. With the Parisian view of the fireworks. With the hangover!
It hasn't bothered me much in the past few years if we haven't had plans. When I say it hasn't bothered me, I mean that it hasn't bothered me until around 11pm when I'm watching Carson Daley and I look over at Erik sitting on the couch and then I get real pissy. But this year - I went out! It was practically a perfect evening.
Thanks Stef for making the plan and inviting us along for the ride.
Thanks Lonah for being an amazing babysitter even after I accused you of not being very good. (I love crow.)
Thanks Mindy for having the YUMMY birthday cake.
Thanks husband for being a fun date.
Stand by, I'm still working on resolutions.