New Year’s Eve has never been my favorite holiday, but when done right — like escaping the crowds with an intimate group and holing up with delicious food and drink for a weekend away (like last year on Little Gasparilla Island) — then it rules. But usually it doesn’t.
This year I’ll don my new cocktail dress and attend a civilized party — no wristbands required. Sunday will start with oysters and bloody Mary’s — all signs pointing to the best year yet.
Bring it, 2012.
Wishing you all safe, exciting nights and the greatest joys in the year ahead.
