New Years Eve. One of the most hyped up, ridiculous holidays.
Maybe it stems from my parents who were never big "let's stay up 'till midnight and throw confetti" kind of people.
Maybe it was the huge build-up to midnight, but then the ball fell and that was it.
Most likely it was the years of babysitting on New Years Eve where I watched Dick Clark all evening and rang in the New Year on someone else's couch, trying to keep my eyes peeled open.
Despite my lack of joy for New Years Eve, last night turned out to be fun.
Fondue, champagne, good friends, cookies and fireworks.
LOVE Brittany's fondue. Ooooo so yummy.
My belly is still smiling from the cheesy goodness. Mmmmmm.
I then fell asleep on the floor with Dusty, champagne glass in hand.
They made me get up to walk down to the water for the Space Needle fireworks.
Dan said I would regret it if I didn't go. He was right. Hate when that happens.
All in all, a good night. Happy New Year folks. Let's make 2012 fabulous.
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