Dancing shoes were only a little tight.

The party was a success. Of course, most parties are when they include a George Bush pinata, a giant bonfire, a man-made tree with all of our cares and worries transcribed on post-it notes that we burned at midnight... foosball, ping-pong (I got a ping-pong injury), delicious food, a wandering poet who said things like, "You are the foundation to my burning building," homemade masks of the people who had died this year, good people, good music, good fun.

And I found my way home at 4am, so even I can stay up past midnight.