So undoubtedly, the most depressing thing about a new year
is saying goodbye to the holidays. Taking down decorations is as upsetting as
realizing you only have time for one drink during happy hour.
I have been totally vacant from the blog world since before
Christmas. Not intentionally, of course, but I’ve been participating in the
following:
disclaimer: Fritz was really good this year.
I hope everyone’s Christmas was as wonderful as mine.
As for New Year’s Eve…
I have gotten to the point where I believe know, NYE is overrated. You talk it up so much, it just ends up to be a let down, and your
stuck kissing the rim of your glass rather than the tall, dark, and handsome
you’ve been eying stalking all night.
This night turned out no different, but instead of talking
it up so much – I decided to go with the flow. Thus, when downtown resulted in
the ghost town you are only prepared to see at Clay Aiken concerts, I wasn’t
completely discouraged. It turned into a giant dance party, that in reality
could have been held in our hotel room for much cheaper than the $300 dollar
bar tab I closed out at, but none the less, dance we did.
Danced our asses
right into the New Year.
Now it’s back to pretending my resolutions are possible, and
that twenty13 is, in fact, MY year…
