We debated having a party, attending a party, or staying home. Then somehow we ended up at the Lakers game.
We wore the gold hats that they passed out when you entered the stadium and we ate garlic parmesan french fries and cheered the home team to victory. Afterwards we walked over The Palm for a 10pm lobster dinner and champagne.
By the time the west coast clocks ticked midnight, we were home. Full, both literally and figuratively.
The best part about being old and lame on New Years Eve is how great we felt on the first day of the year.
Happy New Years to you, HH readers. Did you bring in 2011 like a lion or a lamb?
