We had a low-key evening at the Floyds'. We brought spheroidal foods: clementines, mini chicken cordon bleu things in a bag, oven-roasted brussels sprouts, and mini cream puffs from the freezer section. As we were walking up to the house, I had the thought: "I'm bringing brussels sprouts to a party. How adult is THAT?"
Had conversations about adventure games, demyelinization, and contemporary visual art. At midnight, we paused our game of Dominion to count down on the closest clock that hadn't yet hit 12. Now it's 1:30, we're home, and I'm heading to bed shortly.
All in all, I count it a grand success.
Goodbye, 2011. You were tough on a lot of people. Don't let the door hit you in the ass.