I was across the street at a party. Neighbors. Karaoke. Three beers. Unseasonably mild weather, some of the guys smoking cigars on the porch. Kids upstairs watching some damnable cartoon movie on video. My wife sang about 23 songs — “Once Bitten Twice Shy,” “Space Oddity,” “Tracks of My Tears,” “All My Exes Live in Texas,” etc. She is the queen of karaoke. I just sang Merle’s “Swingin’ Doors,” and a duet on “Fightin’ Side of Me.” Our two year old was walking into furniture she was so tired, and had defecated in her diaper. Time to bring her home. I got her cleaned up, pajamaed, she said her prayers in repeat-after-me fashion (she can say “trespasses”), and she was instantly out like a light.
Being some kind of junkie blog addict, I had to turn on the machine. Some people are wearing tuxedos and drinking champagne right now. I’m standing in my kitchen in my socks, doing this. Hey, it’s a big world. There’s room for all of us.
It’s about 11:31 here, and this year of grace 2003 is dribbling its final grains of sand into the big hourglass. A good time to wish all of you a healthy, happy, safe and prosperous 2004. Predictions for ’04 and “Best Ofs” for ’03, time permitting in the next few days. For now, one forecast: ’04 will be good year. Lots for the Boyz to kvetch about. Count on it. See y’all next year.
2 thoughts on “New Year’s Eve”
It’s 4:15 AM here, I just got back from a party, and the first thing I did was check the email and blog, so I guess you’re not the only junkie blog addict here.
Well, I’ll certainly admit to being a junkie due to the weird sense of sudden isolation that came with a failing hard drive a few days ago, bringing with it the end of email, permanent Internet access and all the goodies that come with it, from settling credit card bills electronically to checking movie times and news at any time. In techie communications terms, I am almost halfway back to the days before electricity and running water. I’m sure it’s fun when you pick the time and place…Otherwise, it’s a strangely unsettling experience, one not unlike 2003.
In any case, best wishes to you all.
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