January 1, I got a lot of things on my mind
New Year's is one of those interesting holidays. Sometimes you have big plans, sometimes you have no plans. And despite all of the temporal significance put into it, the year doesn't end or begin any better based on how well planned out it is.
This year was one of those years where we had no plans. Nathan and Crystal didn't end up traveling, so we kind of whipped up something at the last minute. Grilling, punch, games--it was kind of make-up for the Christmas party that didn't really happen. And it wasn't so bad.
However, the year did get off to a darkly auspicious start. In trying to launch two party poppers simultaneously while at the same time holding my wine glass of apple/grape juice, I spilled it all over my white Noir shirt. (I really liked that shirt, too.) And the carpet. Congratulations, I racked up the first FAIL of the New Year.
I should mention that no alcohol was involved in the festivities. Most of my friends don't drink, and it's probably a good thing. Considering the stupid stuff we do sober, one of us would probably be dead if we introduced alcohol to the mix.
Also, considering what we know from our families, John would probably be an angry drunk while I would probably be a depressive drunk. Which means he'd be looking for someone to kill, and I'd gladly volunteer to be put out of my misery.
I don't really have any resolutions this year. I had a ton last year, and I'm not going to go into my relative successes and failures with them. If you know me, you probably have a good idea of how I did.
I did think about coming up with a really long, specific, and detailed list with lots and lots of analysis, but... it's unnecessary. I'm at a point where resolutions are hard to make. A lot of stuff changed since late 2006, and I think I'm still in this odd state of flux. I feel like something major has to change in 2008, but I'm not really sure what at this point. At the very least, I think any attempt to try to identify what needs to change and write up a checklist of discrete items is too narrowly-focused.
And now for something completely different:
After watching New Year's Rockin' Eve, I think both John and Nathan made a resolution to end Fergie's career, which I wholeheartedly support. I will be checking up on you at the end of the year. Difficulty: there's no such thing as the Deathnote. (Although that might explain why she only goes by her first name--if that is her real name.)
And it's 2008, so for those of you keeping track, we have:
- Four years until the invasion from another dimension begins, and
- Six-and-a-half years until we all get turned into puddles of orange goo.
Also, for what it's worth, Chad has posted a retrospective of the last ten years on Chainsaw Buffet.
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