So, my sister, who has friends and a boyfriend in Miami, went to a party. I was a bit bitter- which, I know, I shouldn't be, because my sister is social and it's not like I hate the idea of spending New Years with my parents (really. It's not the greatest thing, but I can handle it)- but whatever. She's seventeen, she can handle a new years away from her family.
Mom and I had a fair amount to drink, USA has had a Burn Notice marathon on, so it's been a pretty decent night. Midnight approaches, and my dad joins us, and we're all sitting on the loveseat. We're counting it down, and all of the sudden we hear from the front porch "HAPPY NEW YEARS!"
My sister and her boyfriend ran fifteen minutes- well over a mile- to get home by midnight. It was honestly the closest thing in my life to a movie moment. I was like "THAT'S MELI" and my parents were like, what, she's not here... and I open the door and there she is! It was awesome.
(And then I got all emotional, because I've been drinking and I get emotional before I leave. I was crying watching Little Women earlier today, which is absurd.)
ANYWAY. HAPPY NEW YEARS!