So I've spent new Year's Eve hopping from bar to bar in San Francisco and Seattle. I've spent it at parties with more alcohol served and enjoyed than my head liked to think about come New Year's Day. But nothing could beat this year's festivities. We turned out the lights and the boys donned their new headlamps from Santa. Then we played hide and seek. And camping under the covers of the big bed. And painting with light. And going outside to see if there is still ice in the water of our planters (there is).
I feel sorry for those poor suckers looking for a good time in Times Square or the Space Needle or any of the millions of rockin' bars around the world. Because the real good times are happening at a private party right here in Milton. Go figure.
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