I met a lot of really cool people, did some really whack stuff and made some beautiful new friends.
I listened to sweet sounds, watched some sick live music and played even sicker shows myself.
I heard my band on the radio. Lots.
I spent time with my family, friends, my lover.
I laughed. A LOT.
I worked really hard, slept Obama hours and drank a buttload of coffee.
I slept in and spoilt myself.
I cried and farewelled kind souls, and remembered those already gone.
I grew some more.
If I shared Mayan beliefs and/or starred in a John Cusack film and 2012 was indeed the end, fair call to say it was a pretty fucking good year.