Best Wishes, Anna: A Night to Remember

To me, New Year's Eve was never just the "night." It was always the night plus the day after because I was so very tired and did not function properly. That's always what I used to think. This year, that mindset shifted. Maybe it was my young brain finally waking up and reaching its full potential...or maybe I just drank too much coffee. Whichever it was...something did change.

My sleeping habits can be compared to that of an 80-year-old's: If I don't sleep, I don't function. That's real inspiration to get a nice 7 hours of sleep, right? RIGHT!

Anyways, New Year's Eve came along this year and I was really very much not (please excuse my grammar) looking forward to staying up until the sun rose the next day. No. Just, no. I was so tired that I think I might have actually fallen asleep in the car on the way to the NYE party...sad. I know.

So I'm there at the German club...dancing like there's no tomorrow, which, technically, there isn't because it'll be 2016 and there will be no tomorrow for 2015. Too much? Noted. I'm reelin' it back in. I'm dancing and I just happen to glance at a clock. It's 5 minutes until midnight. MIDNIGHT. That word has never been in my vocabulary. 9:00 was always the latest for me. The clock strikes midnight, blah, blah, blah. Loud noises and balloons dropping. It's all one giant blur as the realization that I have stayed up past midnight hits me. Amazing. I deserve a gold star. Well, 5 minutes later, I have my head on a table: asleep. So much for breaking character. I guess habits really do die hard.