There's no way you could pay me to attend New Year's Eve in New York City. Or Vegas. Because the crowds alone will cause a panic attack.
I like simple New Year's Eves spent at home, with supermarket-purchased champagne, no need to hunt down a kiss at midnight, where the bouncer doesn't judge whether my pajamas go on at 10:30pm or 1:30am.
I'm sorry to hear that. I still would love to see New York during the holidays. I guess your sisters and I will have to go without you. But who's goin answer all those literature questions on cash cab. And wasn't it you who thought Ben Bailey was so hot.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way, although I'm embarrassed to say I didn't even make it to midnight. I think I went to bed at 11:15. How lame is that??
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