Recovery
This NYE kicked the last three NYE's ass hard. Sooo much fun I don't remember most of the fun. I always know when I wake up with mysterious bumps and scrapes on my body that it was a good night. I do remember taking a tumble out of my captain's chair during the van ride home though, so that explains the painful wound going down my leg. Another pair of awesome shoes partially destroyed too - that's always a bittersweet discovery. I'm proud of not making out with anyone in particular at midnight; I think that may be the secret to an awesome year. I'm not so proud of my ridiculous stage dancing behavior - yet again. I've found another positive reason for having a boyfriend -- they will tell you when you are making an ass out of yourself by dancing onstage in a dress. I've been single for so long that my "you're being a dumbass" judgement is totally impaired. There is also a reward out for a certain camera that seemed to capture every single innapropriate moment. Happy New Year everyone -- hope you all had ridiculous fun!