Christmas ends and New Year's Eve dread begins.

I admit that I am failing miserably at this blogging idea. Several weeks have gone by without one blog so I figured that I need at least ONE date in December.

Hopefully everyone had a good Christmas. Or Holdiday. Or whatnot. I celebrated Christmas, or something like it.

Overall, Christmas was alright. I guess I can't deny that spending time with the family was actually somewhat entertaining this year. There were highlights of course. Like watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail with my dad and brother on Christmas Eve, this was probably the best (for more reasons than I will mention). Playing with my younger cousins who literally grow like weeds. I only see some of them a couple times a year and they always look completely different than the last time I remember seeing them. I really think I would miss Christmas if I'm out of the country for the next one. But this is a price I think I am willing to pay to get out of Wisconsin for awhile.

I have to admit. I'm not all that excited about celebrating the new year. I think New Year's Eve is extremely overrated. I'm seiously considering just getting drunk by myself while listening to loud music and dancing around in my underwear. I'm convinced that it would be just as fun if not more than paying some obscene cover to get into a overcrowded bar just to be dissapointed. At least dancing around in my undies with bottle of wine in hand would not dissappoint ME. I guess I will have to NOT dissappoint others and suck it up and go out, despite my feelings about it. I want them to have a good time too. I suppose I could offer up my idea and the possibility of others joining in, however, I believe we'd have to get drunk first in order to become pantsless.

Happy New Year bitches.