Last night was a helluva party downtown. There had to be over 100,000 down on the riverfront jamming to Lynyrd Skynyrd and waiting for the clock to strike midnight.

What sucked about being downtown was not being able to actually bring your own bottle of champagne with you and have a champagne toast. Unless you went into one of the really crowded bars or restaurants and drank it inside the bar, you could only cheer or kiss someone close to celebrate.

I kinda missed the champagne toast. We’ve done that every year of my life that I can remember – as far back as only 4 years old. My parents would let us stay up and have a tiny sip of champagne while we watched Dick Clark on the TV. I miss those days.