Although I tend to stay up until all hours, I don't like to be out at night. But this year, Ron talked me into going out for New Year's Eve. We had a blast at one of the nearby RV parks that cater to snowbirds. It's been awhile since we've gone dancing, and I had to laugh at the expression on Ron's face as he concentrated on his tricky dance moves. I swear I saw smoke coming out of his ears. Dancing is one reason why I'm glad to be a woman. I just follow.
We made it all the way to 11:15, then came home to watch the ball drop in Times Square. Did you know they repeat that? And have the guts to put 'Live' in the upper left of the TV screen? Who do they think they're kidding?
Then today demonstrated why we stay in southern Arizona for the winter. What a perfect day!
Happy New Year to all my blogger friends!