At least I think, I did. There were no clocks, so we just went by the start of the fireworks and the screams of “WOO” from the street below. I wish I could say it was a little more magical or something, but it was raining, everything was grey, and the smoke from the first firework lingered in the air so stiffly and heavily that all the subsequent fireworks went off behind the cloud and just lit it up different colors without ever actually coming out from behind the cover.
But that’s not the point. The point is that I was able to kiss a girl at the stroke of midnight, starting a new year at least somewhat properly. I’ll count that as a win.
93/101 to cross off.
