My date for the evening, because Greg worked late into the evening. (Cue the utter-bummed-outness. In 2010, I continue to make up words.)
Greg made it just before midnight, so neither of us turned into a pumpkin. I only wish I'd taken more pictures of Jen's great party. I was too pouty/chatty to do so. It was a great start to what I hope is a fine year.
(I woke up far too early this morning, to see Greg off to work again - I know, lame - and Jake has chewed the strap off one of my Danskos. That's how he parties. Silly dog.)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!