I still remember last new year’s eve — with a new camera, watching a multi-artist concert from a balcony with tons of people below my feet. Confetti everywhere. Fireworks. Smoke.
A massive countdown.
Now I’m here at home, keeping myself content with the lovely fireworks before the smoke completely blocks out the window and before it completely blocks out my sanity and whatever sense of control I still have left that’s preventing me from texting you to read, or if you’ve read, the post.
Because I actually have load, believe it or not.
On other news, I ate butterscotch, napoleones, and lechon. And we made puppets.
Roughly ten minutes before the much awaited 2012 finally ends.
Here’s to getting to hear you out —
Happy new year.