Truthfully, I've never been a big fan of New Year's Eve. It always sounds like a good time but in reality it's usually just a bunch people sitting around and waiting for midnight so they can finally go home. The past three New Year's have been particularly bad because The Man was in Vermont. It's hard to be jolly when your sweetie is so far away and won't be home for another week.
But this year The Man is here and in about an hour we are headed out to once again spend the evening with our oldest friends. Even if we are driving home by 12:15, this will be the best New Year's in quite awhile.