New Year's Eve.

EPCOT was amazing! One giant party. I wanted to jump around and dance and sing and be silly and completely out of my mind. But I was with folks that don't really know me so well yet… so best not to subject them to such a horrific scene.

I entered EPCOT and was hit by the music, the laughter, the excitement. I couldn't help but smile and laugh with strangers who grabbed my arm and twirled me around in a rocked out version of Twist-n-Shout near the ball. Surely, this would be a fun night at EPCOT.

Minutes later, I was in line getting a Strawberry Margarita in Mexico. The folks in front of me sort of brought me into the party they were having right there in line. Fun people. They asked me to hang with them for a while and in their drunken state made me promise to meet them later for the fireworks. "I just want to listen to you talk!" one said. But alas, I could not stay. I was meeting others in Japan.

Quite honestly, I went out for New Year's Eve as a tag-along… sort of a pity invite.

(And if this is read - I also apologize for the poor first impression I made on your friend.)

On a plus, at midnight and even until a little while afterwards, I was receiving text messages from friends in Los Angeles (where it was 9pm), in Wisconsin (where it was 11pm) and in Georgia (where it was midnight, too). I have the most amazing friends.

At a bit before 1am, I decided I'd crashed their party long enough and excused myself to head home. She wanted to dance and he wasn't dancing… I think because he felt bad to leave the non-dancer. And I, being me, was not about to dance in front of two people I barely know without at least 2 shots of Patron. (On a plus, my dancing antics might have cleared a nice spot in the crowd!)

So anyway, I left just before 1am, and at 2:30am I finally got home. EPCOT is less than 10 miles from my home. That's the kind of insane crowd that jammed the streets getting off Disney property.

But hey, I had some cool entertainment for the stop-n-go, stop-n-go...

For some of the wait in traffic, thanks to the gold Yukon in front of me with Georgia plates, I was entertained by Star Wars playing on the headrest. I got to see much of the bit where R2D2 and C3PO are in the desert. When the lane to my left moved a bit faster, I switched lanes and found new entertainment from a black Explorer. I caught a bit of old school He-Man, complete with Skeletor and Battle Cat. I didn't even know you could find that stuff, anymore!

New year. New posture. That's my New Year's resolution – I say as I straighten my shoulders and back.

I have a great job where I get to play, plan, scheme and look for ways to create fun and make people happy. I have an amazing family (happy birthday, Daniel!). I have friends who love me and say so. I have the world's best dog – ever.

With those things in mind, what else could a girl want? (besides better posture, Prince Charming and maybe a never-ending supply of Reese's Cups)

I love being carefree. But for the past 2 months I've been so terribly… dramatic (just like this posting). Not worth it. Done. Over. I'm back to being me. Carefree. Epiphany, ya know?

P.S. I found the orange!!!!