The UberHusband and I have tickets to go to the big shindig at the DFW Hyatt this year.

I had a nail appointment at 9 this morning, I have a hair appointment at 2 and then we’re off to our luxurious airport runway-view room to nosh on cheese & crackers and partake in a bottle of Veuve Clicquot before clicking our heels three times, saying, “There’s no place like the DFW Hyatt,” then enjoying dinner and the hip sounds of Emerald City.

The UberHusband went to Banana Republic and picked up a sexy outfit reminiscent of Brad Pitt in Ocean’s Eleven. I swear, he’s starting to become a really expensive date.

What are you all doing tonight? Staying in? Going out? Crawling under the covers and counting down the seconds until this God-forsaken year is over? Whatever your plans, stay safe, be careful, have fun and I’ll see you all on the flip side.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!