A Night of Magic, A Day of Dreams
It’s finally here! It’s New Year’s Eve, my favorite night of the year.
Though we’ve been married for almost four years, my love for New Year’s Eve is one thing about me hubster simply cannot understand. New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday. “Better than my birthday,” I always say. And so this day must be celebrated with dinner, dancing, drinks and good music. It must be celebrated with the drunken strangers I hug at midnight, my closest friends and my parents. In fact, every year I call my parents after midnight to wish them a happy new year, even if that means hunkering down in a disgusting public restroom so they can hear me. And one of the text messages you receive in several, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” will probably be from me.
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