The party hats are laying in the gutter, there's confetti hiding in the most uncomfortable and inappropriate places, some of you kissed far too many strangers last night, and lets be honest... the hang overs are among us. How many of you have already devoured your first greasy-heart-attack filled breakfast burrito? Or a bowl of Top Ramen with extra seasoning and hot sauce. You know who you are. The ones who pushed it just a wee bit too far last night.
Myself? no no no. Far from joining the land of the hung over. I enjoyed a bottle of Garnacha over dinner with my boyfriend followed by a seriously delicious and unnecessary order of a salted caramel sundae with pretzels. My thighs are pretty marvelous these days. Once arriving to the location where the nights festivities were taking place we busted out the New Years hats/tiaras, party blowers, glow sticks (uhm, yeah.), beer for some, and wine for others. The night was filled with good friends, hilarious drunk uncles, fire alarms, Swedish Fish Vodka, glow stick sword fights, fire pits, pipes, drinking champagne from the bottle, toasting to the new year, card games, and midnight kisses.
I opted out from joining every other woman on planet Earth and did not, I repeat, DID NOT post a "New Years Outfit" via Facebook, Instagram, etc... Instead I made my declaration of irritance via Facebook stating, "No one cares what you're wearing tonight. Happy and better 2013!" I've chosen to only post these types of status updates to help bring to light who my true friends are. Those people who REALLY understand ME, my dry humor, and the sarcasm that is often (and disappointingly) taken far too literal and seriously. I'm glad you all looked smoking hot last night. I really am...
Cheers to you and Happy New Year!
