How I Spent My New Year's Eve
Time to step into the sorta'-way-back machine again. I recall the days between Christmas and New Year's as one haze of partying. I think I went to three parties over the course of three nights. Oh, wait. The third party was the New Year's Day Board Game shindig at my pad. How could I have forgotten about that? Perhaps because I was dancin' like a fiend the night before?
If you've got twenty seconds, and who doesn't, check out these five snapshots taken just after the clock struck Midnight, 2007:
Oh, these two sure know how to party. How can it not be a good year if you start out by double fisting champagne?
Is that Listmaker getting into the swing of things? Actual fist-pumping? Or is he just stomping on the floor and moving his arms and torso along to the music?
Why can't I find myself at a dance party every weekend? It's summertime right now and if I were to purposefully go to a dance party, I think I might convince myself to wear a mesh t-shirt. A totally awesome plan, right?
Nothing says "good dancer" like a guy who forces you to take pictures of him with his camera and then dances with his mouth WIDE open. So, umm, let's cancel that mesh shirt plan.
Listmaker yells at the downstairs neighbors. Or, is he about to start breakdancing? You make the call.