Merry New Year

So the kids have been in bed for a few hours and Chick has been upstairs for almost as long. And quite honestly I should have retired a while ago. But here I sit waiting to see one more year pass by.

11:33

I have attended quite a few New Year's Celebrations over the years. I don't recall most. The 2000 party was one heck of a time but I think I still have just a bit of a hangover from it. (A good party never leaves you.) But I have not celebrated the changing of the calendar much in the last few years. It's not just that I have gotten old or have more responsibilities - both are true. It's just that New Year's Eve is an amateur night. And I went pro a couple of years ago. Now, instead of running around drunk trying to kiss as many strangers as possible within 12 rings of the clock, I sit in my living room with a cheap beer writing a blog entry few people will ever read. How do I get my amateur status back?

11:47

Earlier I heard the song "Astral Weeks" by Van Morrison. I know that one of his best albums was titled Astral Weeks, but I don't ever think I heard the title song. It was quite good. Significantly better than whatever Gwen Stefani is singing right now on MTV. I'm pretty sure I am no longer a part of the MTV generation. What happened to Martha Quinn?

11:52

So the holidays are over and I never really got to write much about them. I still have to put something together about the Gingerbread Brothel. And where is my Tyco Glow-In-The-Dark eight-car loop-de-loop race track? I did get a pair of pants from my mom. She bought the right size and they fit nice. But Chick pointed out that they have an elastic waist-band. One more year, one more inch.

11:55

I have just a few minutes to find someone to kiss at midnight. The cat is upstairs with Chick. I don't dare wake up the kids. There are two dogs somewhere on the other side of the couch but I'm not sure where their tongues have been. So I guess I'll just celebrate the new year picking dandelions in the garden.

11:59