Happy New Year

I feel so old. I didn't go out for New Years because I didn't want to. I was invited to parties but we had plans here at the house. My night started promising enough: great dinner, booze, fireworks, booze, hanging with the neighbors, fun. Next thing I know my BF is taking a "nap" (he has to work in the morning but seriously, we aren't that old) and now I am drinking by myself watching poor, sad Dick Clark phone in the New Years show he won't give up and wondering why everyone likes the Jonas Bros so much. They seem pretty sucky to me. I am pretty sure Ryan Seacrest is a robot. Oh well. If the BF doesn't wake up that means the whole bottle of bubble is mine! I'll play myself some Auld Lang Syne on the piano and drink in the new year! Happy 2009 whoever reads this!