However, since I am usually a half-glass-full kind of person, let's look back at the better times of the last twelve months.
My most remember-y type, blog-worthy days of 2011:
- One of my most favorite days this year was when I visited Liana and Eric in London, and Liana and I took the train to Stratford-Upon-Avon to see William Shakespeare's house. It was a beautiful early spring afternoon (seriously - it was blooming about three weeks before it even hit here), and Liana and I took this little path that cut through quaint neighborhoods to get to Anne Hathaway's house. It was just so...nice.

- The day I spent alone in Bruges was just amazing. Traveling alone isn't always ideal - especially when there's no one to help you figure out that the thing you think is an emergency exit is actually a bathroom - but I had no problem roaming around maybe the quaintest place I've ever been. When I happened upon the town convent area, with its thousands of daffodils and the sound of nuns singing vespers from the church, it was maybe the most peaceful moment of my year.

- Yes, I did wake up early to watch the royal wedding. I didn't blog about it, but I feel it needs to be noted. Historic stuff and whatnot.
- Anytime you can say you navigated the twisty turns of Laurel Canyon Blvd. in L.A., and can still successfully sing along to More Than Words with Erica, well, that qualifies as a good day too. Also, on that same trip: climbing to the Hollywood sign...and celebrating that feat with Chick-fil-A. Also: eating lunch on the beach. In November.

- That day I met Thumper? The first Yankee I've ever met? Was quite the awesomest. Even if it was raining and I almost hauled off and beat the crap out of these guys who were making fun of a mentally handicapped guy (my biggest regret of the year is not saying anything to them, but since I was working and I was way, way, WAY angry in that moment, I felt it best to not say anything, lest I blow up and bring retribution unto my place of employment. Still. That grown men would behave in such a way makes me sick. That I had to keep my mouth shut annoys me to this day. But the Thumper part was fantastic.)
- Remember the earthquake? What's crazy about it is that for a good five minutes I just had to assume it was an earthquake because my mom, 50 miles away, had felt nothing. Then I was like, "Oh, wait, Facebook!"
And right after I typed this status, I noticed about four or five other ones, one being from my old roommate Melissa in Hoboken, who'd felt it. Then I started seeing people in Philly and Baltimore chiming in and it was like "Holy cow." What was annoying, though, were the West Coast transplants mocking everyone the next day, to which I wanted to be like, "If it ever snows in L.A., I don't want to f***ing hear about it." And I still stand firm on that.
- And the hurricane a few days later? Oh, that was fun.
- Best day of the year, hands down: July 9. I can't think of a more perfect day at the ballpark, under extraordinarily perfect circumstances. If I remember 2011 for anything, it will be that.






