Let's be honest here, I've never been a huge New Year's Eve fangirl.  You stay up late, blow a few noise makers, and wake up just in time to catch the 7th rerun of the Rose Parade.  This year it was slated to just be a night with Dave and I together, but we decided to make it more memorable.

Instead of just going to our movie theatre down the street, we hopped in the car and ran down to the Grove in LA.  It was good choice.

Our last meal of 2013 turned out to be fairly comical.  We wanted to grab a quick bite before the movie without spending an arm and a leg so we hit up some of the Grove's (fewer) more casual establishments: Wetzel's Pretzels, Jamba Juice, the Grove Hot Dog Stand - you get the idea.  Turns out that everyone, everyone, was out of food for the night.  Apparently it's the end of the year and their quota has been met.  The end.  After a diligent search we scrounged up one large hotdog to share, a bag of chips, a banana, and two water cups.  A feast of kings indeed.  We rang out 2013 in style.

But the real pièce de résistance of the night were the soapy snow flurries they showered down on us.  Dave is a good husband to let me talk him into being late to our showing of Walter Mitty so I could enjoy them.  He's a keeper that one.

And like the old folks we are, we got home at 11:00, gave each other a New Year's kiss, and went to bed at 11:45.  I can get used to this kind of New Year's Eve.

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