In our neighborhood, we have a New Year’s Eve crawl. We walk from house to house (3-5 houses) at designated times, eating and drinking among friends. At the stroke of midnight we crawl home. There is no driving which is a good thing. There is also no dancing although a few of the girls do wear fancy-ish dresses. And Kevin R. is dapper in a bow tie.
Wearing my favorite black and brown taffeta skirt and suede boots, I looked as festive as possible after wallowing around on the couch playing Angry Birds all afternoon. Plus it had been drizzling…BadHairDay.
Because we are 50-ish?