Seeing the reverse side of the morning

Does staying up into the wee hours count as seeing the morning? 

 Here's where I was in the tiny beginning of January 1, 2010:

We sang Auld Lang Syne:

Iris June entertained us with pirate jokes:

What's a pirate's favorite letter?

Arrrrrrrrr!

We gamed:

We mocked Tiger Woods:

Oh, the cupcakes! The cupcakes!:

We slept in.  Waaaaaaaay in:

Don't let the last pic fool you though.  This year is definitely going to turn me into a morning person.

 Bring it on, 2010!