We had a great night-and I'm not even hung over! We had chicken wings and beer, and watched a few movies. I almost didn't make it to midnight, but I hung in there. Youngest and I watched the ball drop in Times Square, and caught a few minutes of Dick Clark. I remember hearing he had a stroke or two, but it made me sad to see how much he had changed.
And I admit, I got a little teary eyed. Not sure why though. Sentimental Lula.
I hope everyone had a great night, and you're not too hungover!