I was looking forward to New Year’s Eve at ACL … a party at the clubhouse, some dancing, lots of champagne. Jen was sick as a dog, though (with strep throat, prolly, of all things), and I was coming down with that love transfer myself. So we went out anyway, were seated next to the short side speaker of the live band, and nearly fell asleep at 11pm. That wouldn’t have been too bad, in fact.

We stuck out the last hour and “celebrated” with a dance and toast, then got the hell out of there. Once again, I (we) realized that the best New Year’s Eve was a slow, quiet night at home, watching a little tube, having a snack, and waking up to the next year instead of seeing it slink in.

Guess the eyes, win a prize? Nuh-uh!!! Allll mine, te-he.