Welcome to a new year.

We had a lovely New Year's Eve, a few friends including these two, a bunch of food, half a glass of champagne, and no headache when I woke up.  I'm not drinking much these days because of the whole headache thing.  The TV went on about a minute and a half before midnight, the rest of the night was spent chatting.  We played "guess which four foods Joey won't eat," which is always a fun game.  It took maybe fifteen minutes to get all four. Yes, there are really only four, though two are more like categories, and one item is really two items.  You'd understand if you knew what they were.  And one is an allergy.

We hit a lot of parties this holiday season, more than I ever went to in Boston.  Most of us in Boston didn't have room to have parties, we all just went in groups to bars.  I had a huge Halloween party one year though, and fit far, far more people in my apartment in Somerville than I probably should have.  It was so much fun, and the giant beer stain that should have been under my desk was magically not there when I moved out.  I had met Joey at that point but we hadn't started dating.   Now we've been together three years.  Whee!

I did think about the annual Harvard Law School party, which is an afternoon in the big function room with insane amounts of food and wine.  Working at a company with only nine other people is so different.  We had a lovely holiday party but it's a different animal from the hundreds of people who would pack into the HLS one.

Now, on to the next thing.  The next half year will be concerned with my brother's wedding, work, and who knows what else Joey and I will come up with.  I'll turn 33 in the second half of the year.  As Dave would say, my Rolling Rock birthday.  Better yet, a month later, Joey will be 40.  I admitted last night that we're yuppies.  I finally said it out loud.  Eek.