Friday Is Better Than New Years
I made some remark on some little known social networking platform that I am not into New Years fluff jobs and hand jobbing. It is what it is (to quote Biz Markie), a date change. BFD. BUT I find it hard to argue with Father Time and Baby New Year (please put a shirt on BNY, I hate babies running around in just a diaper, a sash and a top hat. plus, it looks sort of gay- not that there's anything wrong with that- except that it looks stupid.
Where was I??? Oh yeah, New Years. It's hard for me to argue with New Years. I met Wifey on New Years. At (the now defunct) Nick's Fat City on the South Side of Pittsburgh. The (much hated by me) Clarks were playing. We met, danced, and then I did what any gentleman would do to a lady at Midnight. Stuck my tongue down her troat. Appalled her friends and then waited 4 weeks to call her. "Hey.... remember me?" Well she did. And 15 years later.... BAM! Tolerable marital bliss. I kid of course. We have a pretty darn OK life and I am blessed to have met her that night. Especially since I have never been one to go out out partying n'at. She puts up with a lot of shit from my should be medicated, moody self. AND she gave me the best thing EVER! B-Man. Thanks Wifey.
As I mentioned, I won't be fluffing you up for New Years (unless you're paying, I could use the dough). Enjoy the night, don't act like an ass, and do something fun with 2011, Day One.
2010 can suck it! And 2011 better be using protection, because I have be mind fornicating it for a while now. As long as I don't have to sell a house, buy a house, deal with re-lo folks, be without Wifey for 8 weeks, move to another state, get to race more, and step a bit back from nervous breakdown #4, the one louder bitch that is 2011 will be mine.
See you on the other side.