I hope you guys had a great New Years. I was in bed by 11 on Saturday night, and didn’t even wait to see them lower Dick Clark from an office building, or whatever they do. I was going to stay up, but this message appeared in my Twitter feed: Justin Bieber sings ‘Let It Be’ on ‘New Year’s Rockin’ Eve’: Watch it here!
So, that was out. I fired up my Kindle instead, and climbed ‘neath the electric blanket. At midnight (I presume) shit started blowing-up outside, but it only lasted for ten minutes or so. And it was so low-key, Andy didn’t even jump on the bed to seek protection. Not exactly “a night to remember.”
I’ve never gone out on New Years Eve, not once in my life. I haven’t experienced a scene like the one at the beginning of The Poseidon Adventure, before everything goes ass-over-tits. It looks kinda fun, but I’d likely have a big problem with all those people pressing against me, and blowing novelty whistles, and sporting dipshit headwear.
Sure, everybody looks happy on TV and in movies at those events, but something tells me it wouldn’t be that way in real life. I have a feeling I’d a) have some sort of claustrophobic freakout, b) get caught up in the vortex of someone’s ass musk, and desperately shove my way toward the exit, or c) start yelling, “Get off me, motherfucker! And if you blow that pennywhistle in my ear one more time, we’re going to have a goddamn problem.”
So, it’s probably best that I just stay home, and read.
Earlier, that same night, Toney and I did watch a movie, however. This doesn’t happen very often, because we don’t generally agree on what to watch. But we saw Horrible Bosses, and both of us were pleasantly surprised. We didn’t have high hopes for it, probably for different reasons, but ended up loving it. It was funny as hell.
And yesterday the younger Secret and I logged several hours of watching the Twilight Zone marathon. Before I left for work they showed the one where “Will Robinson” wishes people into the cornfield, and I was satisfied. It’s one of my favorite episodes, partly because that creepy kid reminds me of Nancy’s oldest translucent. People walk on eggshells around him, too, for fear of what terrifying thing might happen. Heh.
But I returned to work last night, for the first time since Tuesday. It was excruciating, and today won’t be much better. Oh well. At least I had a little downtime, before the ridiculousness kicks up again.
On Saturday I wrote a guest post for Mark Maynard’s website. He and his wife Linette recently welcomed a newborn son into their family, and Mark asked some of his friends to help out with blog content for a few weeks. And you can read my contribution here.
Congrats, guys! I don’t envy you starting over with diapers, and all that stuff, but that’s beside the point. I’m very happy for all four of you!
Over my extended weekend I also met Steve for lunch, and we exchanged Christmas gifts. This is something that started when we were nine, or somesuch, and has somehow survived the many, many years that have come and gone since.
We met at a Cracker Barrel in Wilkes-Barre, and I rifled down a chicken ‘n’ dumplins dinner, with three side items, two biscuits, and a schooner of sweet tea. I considered dessert, but decided against it. I think I ate a little too fast, and it felt like my windpipe was partially blocked.
And Steve gave me a Johnny Bench-signed baseball bat, which is about as cool as it gets. I will be buying a display case for it, and hanging it in the bunker soon. Awesome.
I won’t tell you what I gave him, because it’s not as kick-ass as the bat. And I don’t need you guys to confirm it, thank you very much.
And I need to go now. How was your New Years Eve, etc.? Please tell us about it in the comments. Did you go the pennywhistle route, or just hang around ‘neath blankets, like me?
I’ll see you again tomorrow.
Have a great day!