i didn't drink much, celebrated with some middling-yet-delicious champagne in a quiet, intimate setting with a few close friends, then went to bed earlyish at about 2 and woke up at 8 to pick my dad up from the airport

i would normally be more angry about having my new year's tamed by having responsibilities the next morning, but there's worse things than not, say, drinking too much and vomiting all over my friend and new furniture, for example. also, the last 4 days or so have been pretty amazing for meeting up with old friends and stopping drinking when we realize the sun is rising, so i can't complain too much