When the Clock Struck "12"...
New Year's Eve, 2001:
(Five...Four...Three...Two...ONE!!!!) ManRay. Fishnets. Laughing at preppies. WAAAAAY too many drinks. Cold. Strangers. Streamers. Contortionists. In bed by 9...AM! Kisses at midnight. Lipstick. Glitz. Hangover central. Waking up late in the p.m.
New Year's Eve, 2002:
(Five...Four...Three...Two...ONE!!!) Mucus. Kleenex. Laughing at my own patheticness. WAAAAAAY too much champagne. A cold. Sean. Candles. (Ahem!) In bed by 9. Out of bed at 11:30. Back in bed at 3:30. Kisses at midnight. Waking up to someone who asks if I need more DayQuil.
Life's good. :)