Coffee Table Declarations
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
You know how there's this theory that how you spend New Year's Eve is indicitave of how your year will be? Well, I have a somewhat different theory. You see, I've generally had some pretty shitty New Year's Eves and they haven't necessarily had anything to do with how my year went.
For example, last year I rung in the new year at a dive bar with a sore throat that turned into being sick for the first two weeks of the year. I haven't been back to that bar since, and thankfully, have had my health. Speaking of which, 2001 was the New Year's that I had asthmatic bronchitis and was on my death bed (or couch as it were) only to be woken up at midnight by my roommate to acknowledge the new year. And 2001 was not a bad year.
Once New Year's was spent in a car searching for a undisclosed destination, once it was spent at an overly lame party and neither year was spent either excessively in cars or partying in a lame fashion. 2000 was spent in fear of Y2K disaster on my parent's couch (no I'm not kidding).
So anyway, when my plans for the evening suddenly fell through, I have to confess I was somewhat relieved. I actually had some kick-ass plans and a small secret fear that a good New Year's would be the portend of a terrible year. So here I am in my pink pajamas drinking champagne, and getting ready for a date with Dick Clark. Sounds kind of boring? Depressing? Unexciting? Well then I'm gearing up for a great 2004! Happy New Year everyone!!
For example, last year I rung in the new year at a dive bar with a sore throat that turned into being sick for the first two weeks of the year. I haven't been back to that bar since, and thankfully, have had my health. Speaking of which, 2001 was the New Year's that I had asthmatic bronchitis and was on my death bed (or couch as it were) only to be woken up at midnight by my roommate to acknowledge the new year. And 2001 was not a bad year.
Once New Year's was spent in a car searching for a undisclosed destination, once it was spent at an overly lame party and neither year was spent either excessively in cars or partying in a lame fashion. 2000 was spent in fear of Y2K disaster on my parent's couch (no I'm not kidding).
So anyway, when my plans for the evening suddenly fell through, I have to confess I was somewhat relieved. I actually had some kick-ass plans and a small secret fear that a good New Year's would be the portend of a terrible year. So here I am in my pink pajamas drinking champagne, and getting ready for a date with Dick Clark. Sounds kind of boring? Depressing? Unexciting? Well then I'm gearing up for a great 2004! Happy New Year everyone!!
