Waitressed on New Year's Eve, which, for some reason, has never depressed me.

(Maybe it's the champagne?)

What did depress me was realizing that I didn't have someone to kiss when the ball dropped in Times Square.

It was the first time in nine years and it actually took me a good ten minutes to end that particular pity party.

I realized that lots of my friends at work were single too, and fabulously so.

So I gave all the single boys hugs.

Except Rob, who always ducks out in fear that I'm going to assault him.

He got a wave and a smile.

betholindo at 10:54 a.m.

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