new years eve-ish

new years eve is meant for careless decisions and new beginnings and endings to old pasts, etc, etc, etc. i see it as just another night. yea, for a second, the thought of going out to the city to ra-ra-ra sounded sort of fun in that 'lets be typical and fall for the commercial gimmick' way, but then, i realized that i wanted to end my year in a way that i'd feel calm and good about it, so here is what i did in no particular order:

made crepes, finished college stuff with sara, got dressed, got undressed, got redressed, made reservations, cancelled reservations, got dressed again because it was 9 degrees outside, went to Mama Mexico, paid a 33.00 bill for half a burrito and 2 nachos, didn't leave a tip, ran out, listened to 90s radio station on sirius xm radio, sang a loud duet with sara to what is love, larger than life, and other 90s favorites, longed, craved for chocolate, dolce diva was closed, went to the movies, saw slumdog millionare, ate milk duds and drank cherry coke (heavenly combination), ran through snow when the ball dropped and millions of people nationwide were kissing strangers brothers and exes, xoxo w/ sara while the car heated up, drove to julias, wow, wowowowoww, had no idea, confused, high school party, saw an old friend, made a new old friend again, left, drove aimlessly singing to old songs, 3:00 diner run, selville was open, welcoming fluorescent lights, reminded me of the place you'd wait in between heaven and hell, shared a marvelous cheesecake, met a couple in love, left, went home, fell asleep to sex and the city, best night ever.