New Year’s Eve is just another day, right? Wrong. I’ve always believed that they way you bring in the new year sets the tone for the entire year. I’d made plans to take a little road trip during the week, since I didn’t have to work. That plan failed pretty miserably. At the last-minute, we decided to take a much smaller road trip, to Dallas. Now, no matter what we’re doing, as long as our little fearsome trio is together, we’re bound to make some pretty spectacular memories. THIS was no exception. We decided to go see Jonathan Tyler at the Granada Theater. Normally this would not have been my ideal NYE – but now that it’s over, I couldn’t imagine anything being as perfect as it was.
When we got to Dallas, we met up with some of the guys.
It was 78 degrees out. Perfect for a few beers on the patio. The second we walked up, I noticed that my ex was sitting at the table next to us. Shiz like this only happens to me. I giggled and smiled….he waved….awkwardly…and only after his girlfriend looked away. I then did what anyone else would’ve done, I made Shawn take our picture and make sure to get him in it so I could put it on my blog. Duh.
We headed to the apartment to start getting ready. Now, I’m the girl who LOVES dressing up. Especially on NYE. As long as I can remember I’ve always made sure to have a pretty special outfit for NYE. This year was no different…my incredible mother actually surprised me at Christmas with a gorgeous red, strapless dress and the most sparkly, glittery shoes I’ve ever seen…pretty modest 5 inch heels. I’ve been SO excited to wear this since I opened it at Christmas. Imagine my HUGE disappointment when I found out that the girls in 
the group were going to be wearing jeans. I was pretty crushed. Star helped me throw together a “plan b” outfit just in time for 
the boys to show up to help us pre-game. I still got to wear my fabulous new shoes and quickly realized that wearing jeans made for a much more comfortable choice. I’m still SO stoked to wear my new dress…but that’s for another day.
We headed to our first stop for some more pre-gaming. Let me tell you that the girls in Dallas know how to have a party. Star and I decided to be tough and walk to the Granada with the guys instead of taking the ride offered to us…and let’s just say that my FEET HURT. But at least they looked pretty!
We somehow made our way to the front of the stage and hippie danced our faces off…had a few too many drinks and took almost 200 pictures. The night was truly one hell of a special night. No NYE is complete without a glittery hat, and I made it my personal mission to find one. 
Apparently you could only get them if you were up in the balcony, which still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me but since we weren’t up there, I had to find another way. I thought at the time that the most logical person to ask was the fireman that was walking down the street to his truck. I maybe should’ve slowed down on the toddies then…but hell no. I wanted my hat and I was going to get it.
I’m a little unclear as to how I finally got one, but by God I did.
And I. Was. Happy.
We decided to run by the bar before heading home, so we piled into a cab. Our cabbie’s name was Alex and we quickly became BFFs. I don’t know anything other than his name…but you know I got a picture with him. I couldn’t resist. He may have been the nicest cab driver I’ve ever met.
We decided it was a good idea to walk home – and at that point I’m not sure I even knew what feet were, much less if they hurt. We also decided that it was a smart idea to have after bars back at the apartment. We’d been there for probably 20 minutes when I decided to take a little nap…with the softest porcelain pillow I could find. I was in RARE FORM. Sorry mom, I know that makes you the proudest.
Although my orignal pillow was quite comfortable, Star and Shawn made the decision for me that a bed was probably better. Shawn, bless his little heart, was trying to find something for me to change into….and my options were a t-shirt, a pair of Star’s jeans and a pretty pink dress. I opted for the t-shirt. Thanks buddy. It’s no ninja turtle t-shirt like last year but I made do. Ha.
We all fell asleep to the sounds that can only be described as smacking peanut butter…and all three shared a bed…because the couch was taken. I don’t know what I’d do without these people. I hope that everyone has friends like them. I’d probably be homeless if I didn’t have them in my life. My gosh I love those two.
This morning as we were about to get on the road to come home, we saw a man outside with a little puppy. He was struggling a bit with the dog and all three of us were giggling at him. Poor guy said, “How does this thing work? It’s not even my dog.” Apparently he had a pretty good NYE as well. hehe
What a happy new year. Sometimes not having a plan is a pretty good idea. It was, as we like to say, a successful. I can’t wait to see what 2012 has in store for me, and for my friends. I hope you all were safe and made some great memories to start your year. I know we did. Mmyes.
Long story short, I got my smile back….the smile I lost in 2011. I love you 2012. It was worth the wait…
