How Did I Get Here?

Quote of the Day: “I’m planning on taking the weekend off…notionally.”

I’m getting old. Not like Dick Clark old, but long gone are the days of partying it up for New Year’s Eve.

We drove all the way from Virginia to North Cakalaki to visit friends and although we had a great time, we basically turned on the TV at 11:45 and watch Dick Clark slur through the last 15 minutes of 2005.

I don’t mean to be harsh but he looked and sounded like Hell. I gotta hand it to the guy, he got out there and did his thing but really. He was in a tight spot because on the one hand, if he never came back then he’d have to admit that the stroke took him out which would likely be a hard reality to accept.

On the other hand, seeing him like that was not the image Americans wanted to see as the last memory of the eternal teenager.

I had drank one beer and quite honestly was having trouble staying awake.

Sad, I know.

Then at midnight we all toasted the New Year and I took a sip of the most rancid rat-piss I have ever tasted. I mean this stuff tasted like it was filtered through a dead man’s asshole. I’m not a big champagne fan to begin with but this stuff was truly bottom shelf. Oh well, I was with family and friends, most importantly, the woman who made 2005 (and every year we’ve been together) worth remembering.

2005 had its ups, definitely its downs, but all and all, I’m still here kickin’ even though I was in the rack by 12:30. My 2006 kickin’ can start in the morning.

Free Advice for Today: “Never miss an opportunity to go fishing with your father.”