I spent New Years on the beach with a campfire and my favorite girly liquor (Amaretto), and at midnight I dipped my feet in the Atlantic. We played games and sang songs and listened to bongo drums and laughed and had a great time.

I have dreamed about this type of New Years for a long time, and it finally came true.

So what if I spent the next hour sitting on a log, crying and feeling sorry for myself, swigging my liquor out of the bottle and then going to bed early?

20 more days.