when i was younger, i always felt the pressure to do something really cool and specatcular on new year's eve. this is rather difficult to accomplish when you're young and living in a city like winnipeg. consequently, new year's eve often seems like a bit of a let-down.
my friends and i had plans to go to a show last night. however, glacial winter temperatures and uncertainty about getting tickets at the door made staying in seem like a very attractive option. so we rang in 2011 with tacos and a lost marathon. it wasn't glamorous or sparkly, but it was truly wonderful. (mike's spin on jude law's mr. napkin head was definitely a highlight...)
we found the most ghetto 2011 countodwn streaming video from chicago, in which the announcers were counting out loud "4,3,2.." when the numbers "12,11,10" flashed on the screen (?), but it was perfect. because really, i would rather be around people i love than a bunch of strangers any day.