So how was YOUR New Years's Eve?!!

After the hangovers subside and the last of the beer bottles are picked up, people will recant the evening they spent saying - or is it slurring? - good-bye to a year grown old, and welcome in new stories in the numbers of 2009.
My New Years Eve was fun...quiet by most people's standards, but just the way I needed it to be.
I went out with my dear friend, Vance, and his sister, Marcia, who drove to Nashville to join in the festivities. We met up with some of his co-workers who I also happen to love spending time with, and we went to a bar with 80's music. I just knew that it was going to be a good night when the bouncer at the door carded me! I even had Vance take a picture of that! That hasn't happened for...well, anyway, that was a great start!
After being hit on by a young man, we headed downtown to our favorite hangout. What a nice surprise - my friend, Daniel, was up on the stage playing the guitar and rocking the place. We sat at the table closest to the stage and sang and laughed and watched the hmm! crazy people, getting more out-of-control by the minute. I just knew that I never looked like they did when I was younger and drank a lot...I was a much more mature drinker!
A young girl was standing by our table and as I started singing - quite loudly - with everyone else to the song, "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue' she kept trying to get me to dance. My instinct not to dance with her proved to be a good one as she leaned down by our table and proceeded to get rid of her breakfast...and lunch...and dinner... on the floor and on Marcia's pant legs...poor Marcia! Then I noticed that I was wearing a meal and a half on my pants!
After we cleaned up, Vance joined in with his own story as a young couple danced by the table, knocked into it or maybe just lost their balance as they tried to prop each other up, and left Vance sitting in his chair with a lapful of beer...someone else's drink conveniently set on our table.
We laughed some more and decided the fun was over. We had watched the ball drop an hour earlier and decided to call it a night. When we were walking back to the car we passed a middle aged gentleman who obviously could not find a restroom and was watering the frozen flowers in a planter in a very public area. From the length of time he stood there he must have thought the flowers were really thirsty!
As Vance drove toward my house to drop me off we laughed uncontrollably as we recanted the whole evening, and it was soon apparent to all of us that we had a great time with great stories.
As we turned onto my street the sweetest vision greeted me. Someone - I have NO idea who - had decorated my mailbox with fun Silly String and had a Happy New Year hat perched on top of the mailbox pole. I jumped out of the vehicle and immediately got my camera out, took a picture, and turned to Vance and Marcia in the car and said, "Someone likes me; they really like me!"
With that I went in to the house with a big smile on my face and plopped on the bed. What to other people could seem like a boring night was to me a evening filled with one story after another, and no hangover.
So...how was YOUR New Years Eve?