

And no party would be complete without the Hot Mess who lost her wallet sobbing "this is me dying! THISISMEDYING!" in the corner of Z-Burger:

I was so eager to break my New Year's tradition of lameness. In high school, as soon as I decided that I was over New Year's Rockin' Eve with my parents, I moved onto...New Year's Rockin' Eve with 2 or 3 friends. A couple of times we went down to the National Mall and wandered around aimlessly. Once, a cop saw us drinking Diet Coke outside and put us in his high beams, thinking we had beer. That was the most dangerous things got.
2004-2009 were much the same. With the exception of a night at the Knitting Factory in 2008, all of these featured some combination of 1-3 of my dearest friends, Dick Clark, and a reasonable bedtime. Last year I watched Pride and Prejudice and...modeled dragons out of Sculpey. For real.
So what was it like to shelf the Sculpey this year and boogie down with all the bow-tie wearing white men in Georgetown? Fun. Lots of fun. But that's because I got a chance to catch up with some of my favorite people in the world:

and

...and that was precisely what I was doing all along with the dragons and the Diet Cokes and all those classic nights on the Mall with people I love who are all over the world now. Parties are great, but Mancini, Matt, JScarbs, Janet, Emily, Dan, Neil, Caitlin, I miss you so, so much. God, now I have Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head.
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