Last night, after a lovely dinner with our friend Kevin, instead of going out to an overpriced, overcrowded party, Katie and I stayed home to drink strawberry champagne and watch the ball drop on television.
At midnight, we climbed to the roof with champagne flutes and listened to the city celebrate. We kissed in the mild night while fireworks exploded at all four points of the compass.
This morning, we woke, completely refreshed and un-hungover, without the regrets and sense of shame that accompanied New Year's Eves of the past.
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