We rang in the new year with my sister and a couple of her friends at a seafood restaurant with vintage decor. A grown up New Year’s Eve, as my sister said, with three-tiered seafood towers, never-ending cocktails, a champagne toast at midnight, and a round of shots (or was it two? or three…) to keep us honest.
(Apologies in advance for all the grainy, fuzzy, blurry photos taken – as all good New Year’s Eve photos are – while possibly inebriated.)