but New Year's Eve sucked ass this year. The food was OK, but the company was less than enthralling, and the band was lame.
In fact, now that I think of it, New Year's Eve sucks ass every year.
We've been going to this party for years, and the best thing about it was the souvenir champagne glasses. But this year they didn't have any.
Well, no souvenir champagne glasses? Sorry, folks, but we're out of here. So That Stud Muffin I Married and I left the party, and now we're home. In our pajamas, drinks at the ready. And not a noise maker in sight. Unless you count me.