It’s New Year’s Eve, y’all. And I’m sitting here in a pink dress with my hair all big and curly, high heels on, a strong drink in my hand. I’m just waiting on the boyfriend to pick me up for a night of fun and fancy. This image isn’t new. As a matter of fact, it’s probably old news, but I feel that it’s a perfect representation of the hopes I have for my evening.
So on this note, I leave you, and I’ll see you again in 2011. Pop, fizz, clink!