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Counting Down to Out
Dec. 31st, 2014 06:41 pmI'm not sure what to do with New Year's Eve besides watch television and wait around for the noise at midnight. The noise doesn't amount to much around here now that the guy with the siren has left the neighborhood (and perhaps got sent to prison.) After everything has already happened everywhere else, it's sort of anticlimactic here anyway. If I end up falling asleep in front of the television before midnight I won't miss much. If I'm still awake I'll probably drink an extra bottle of beer. That's about what I can handle these days.
There's still some pumpkin pie, but no whipped cream to put on top of it. That was one of the things I was going to pick up on my way home from the chiropractor yesterday, but the appointment got canceled due to the wind storm and I wasn't able to get out to buy any today. I could still eat the pie, of course, but it just isn't the same without whipped cream, especially on New Year's Eve, when one is expecting at least a slight nod toward festivity.
If I fall asleep before midnight I'm sure to wake up early enough tomorrow to see the Rose Parade on television. I always like seeing Pasadena on New Year's Day, as it gives me the chance to beat myself up for ever having left it. If I still lived in that neck of the woods I'd have no trouble getting some whipped cream, I'm sure. But then if I still lived there I probably wouldn't need whipped cream, as I wouldn't be home with a pie, I'd probably be out at a party. But yet again if I were out at a party in Southern California and fell asleep I'd probably get tagged and have penises drawn on my face, so maybe it's just as well I'm here instead. (And if You're ever going to tag me and draw penises on my face at a party, wake me up first so I can share the fun.)
Anyway, the handle is about to be pulled and 2014 to be flushed down the toilet of history, so a Happy New Year to one and all. And if you are reading this on New Year's Eve, well, boredom loves company as much as misery does, so an even Happier New Year to you.
There's still some pumpkin pie, but no whipped cream to put on top of it. That was one of the things I was going to pick up on my way home from the chiropractor yesterday, but the appointment got canceled due to the wind storm and I wasn't able to get out to buy any today. I could still eat the pie, of course, but it just isn't the same without whipped cream, especially on New Year's Eve, when one is expecting at least a slight nod toward festivity.
If I fall asleep before midnight I'm sure to wake up early enough tomorrow to see the Rose Parade on television. I always like seeing Pasadena on New Year's Day, as it gives me the chance to beat myself up for ever having left it. If I still lived in that neck of the woods I'd have no trouble getting some whipped cream, I'm sure. But then if I still lived there I probably wouldn't need whipped cream, as I wouldn't be home with a pie, I'd probably be out at a party. But yet again if I were out at a party in Southern California and fell asleep I'd probably get tagged and have penises drawn on my face, so maybe it's just as well I'm here instead. (And if You're ever going to tag me and draw penises on my face at a party, wake me up first so I can share the fun.)
Anyway, the handle is about to be pulled and 2014 to be flushed down the toilet of history, so a Happy New Year to one and all. And if you are reading this on New Year's Eve, well, boredom loves company as much as misery does, so an even Happier New Year to you.
