I’ve always been a big fan of New Year’s Eve. There’s something about reflecting on the year that’s passed and speculating about the year to come that really gets me jazzed. The confetti bombs, sequinned everything, and endless champagne don’t hurt either. Typically, I’m not in the US for the holidays, but our annual trip to the beach got pushed back due to weather. Luckily, NYC is not a bad back up plan.
Natalie – one of my roommates – and I ditched the ticketed overcrowded club scene in favor of a gigantic apartment party, stocked with a full bar, multiple DJ’s, confetti bombs (!), and some great company. The clock struck midnight, everybody kissed somebody, and we danced our way into the early hours of 2015.