Well, 2013, it was nice. You gave me a lot, including the soundtrack of my daily commute, new musical finds, and freakin’ Hall & Oates. You took our innocence in April, but the city overcame. We met at restaurants, great shows, and continued our daily routines. We all watched as the Sox won October–which I called on September 4th. In a more embarrassing moment–gulp–I openly confessed my love for Mary Ann’s, Boston’s Best of the Worst. It’s been fun, and it’s been nice knowing you, 2013. Really, it has. Now let me brace myself as I say goodbye to you, 2013, and welcome in 2014 with open arms. Happy New Years, everyone!