As predicted, I didn't make it up to midnight on New Year's Eve. My bed was calling my name at 11 pm. Luckily our company left at 9 pm (a really wild party), so I didn't feel too bad about throwing in the towel early. I probably have the same social life as an 80 year old.
But I did start my 2013 off with a mimosa for breakfast, which has to be a sign that this will be a good year. Everything is better when champagne is involved, right?
Linking up with The Pleated Poppy and Because Shanna Said So