I attended a New Year's Eve bash last night at my girlfriend Kristin's house. We spent time with our best pals, threw fist-fulls of confetti into the air at midnight (my favorite part of the event, though her crock-pot meatballs came in a close second), and were all smiles during our very silly, and very numerous photo shoots. I flew solo on the sober front and played DD for my mates.
Wasn't hard to find ways to entertain myself while the gang took shots.
I'm a child. We've been through this.
Through the night, I watched as couples kissed, and my friends and I giggled over mistakes we've made during the last year of our lives. I was a-okay with hanging out and not drinking myself into an oblivion.
Then, I saw this picture.
I quickly realized that I had hardly left the enormous table of food.
This grub was absolutely NOT Crohn's Diet-friendly. And beyond thaaat, I was buffet table girl.
So upon waking this morning, I felt JUST as hungover as my friends did. I ate SEVEN huge cookies. I once used to wake up and say, 'I did SEVEN shottts.' I housed everything in that kitchen last night. Eating right for 2011 will take a LOT of work, and I miss booze...
...But I didn't leave my credit card at the bar this year.
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