In Korea, it became 2012 a whole bunch of hours ( that’s metric for I don’t feel like doing the math ) before the ball dropped in New York.

In order to celebrate, we went out to dinner with some friends and then hit the karaoke bar.

First, karaoke bars in Asia are strange.  The songs aren’t ‘exactly’ the way they should be and the videos are tad ‘different’ than I remember them.  Let’s just leave it at that. 

Second, although at one time Mrs. Stockdale could play the piano and violin, these days she couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.

Happy 2012!