If you know me, you know two things about me:  I don’t drink and I love to dance.  So it always makes for an interesting experience when I go out to do the latter–esp. on New Year’s Eve.  I grew up with DJ dances so a live band is not my first choice for entertainment.  Which means Dave and I end up “partying” with a much-younger crowd.  Like we did last night.  I met Dave and our friends at a local club after the news.  He had waited 45 minutes OUTSIDE to get in… alongside some girls in mini-dresses with no coats.  Just before midnight we were squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder on a packed dance floor.  (It helps in these situations to be tall.)  When the New Year arrived, balloons dropped on us from the ceiling as machines shot dry ice smoke around us and champagne was showered over us.  Thankfully none of us is claustrophobic.  It was a memorable midnight kiss for sure!  A funny highlight came when one guy said, “Hey, you’re the news lady and you’re all swagged out.”  That’s 20-something speak for “looking fly”…  I’ll take that.

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