2011, Ain't It?
Well hello, 2011. We're 2 days in and you still have that new year smell. Things are going well so far, sleep at 4 a.m was quite possibly the worst thing you can deal with. I kicked off twenty-eleven in the apartment with 3 of my closest friends; the kind of friends you can share a sofa with for four consecutive days without wanting to shove each other into another room; the kind of friends who are cool with you sending the same tortilla chip into the salsa for the third time; the kind of friends who don't mind if the last morning show has rolled its credits and you still haven't brushed your teeth. In other words: guys and un-spoiled girl. We did a lot of nothing--partially because that was the point of staying in --but it was a perfect kind of nothing. My grandma used to say that the way your New Year's Day unfolded was the way the rest of your year would go. You know, if you were happy, you'd be happy all year and all that. I like to think that her beliefs hold ...