New Year’s Eve = time to party. I mean, I’m getting older and really can’t hang like I used to. I was even contemplating staying in on New Year’s Eve this past year, but some friends planned a dinner and I figured it would be low key enough for my old, wrinkly ass.
Until I managed to polish off a bottle of red wine at dinner.
Our dinner reservation wasn’t until nine and, unfortunately, the restaurant was a tad late getting us all set up. By the time we finished dinner it was almost midnight. We contemplated celebrating the clock turning on the street, but then found a nearby...