If you read* last year's New Year's Eve post, you'll recall that I'm not a fan of the so-called appropriate way to pronounce the years of the new decade we've entered. Twenty-ten drove me nuts and twenty-eleven makes me even crazier. It just sounds silly. So I'm gonna stick with my way of saying it til probably two-thousand-eighty-nine** or so.
Moving on.
My NYE celebration took place, once again, at Husband's fantastic restaurant. 'Cause you know, I'm kind of a fan of spending holidays with him and he kinda has to be there. This year, however, I roped several friends into joining me and we had an amazing time. Show-girl feather headpieces and all!
I think we make 'em work. Next stop, the Bellagio.
Mr. & Mrs. P. Note the champagne sabre in my hand. Husband is pretty talented with that thing.
So. Good friends, great food, a full restaurant, lots of bubbly (maybe too much, as my hangover was not pretty the next day) and I managed to stay up well past the ball-drop, til 3am. I'd say that NYE 2011 was a success. Or is it NYE 2010? It's the eve of the new year, ie 2011, but NYE is technically still in 2010. Ugh. I think too much.
**'Cause I'm anticipating super-advanced medical procedures and strong drugs to be a part of keeping me alive til I'm 109. At least.
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