So last week I was a serious downer. Talking about how “lame” NYE was and that is was “amateur night”. Sorry if I offended you. I’ve been trying to remember all the good times I’ve had on NYE. Of course the only real memories I have are of NYE’s long past that seem to improve as time sails further away from the actual occurrence.

In the 90s as we walked from a motel on Lombard through the Broadway Tunnel we threw Ryan’s shoes into the middle of the tunnel when he had removed them to fish out a pebble. Then, as a drunken sort of Karma, I started to bleed from blisters on my heels and had to ditch the new loafers and walk around in sogged out socks all night. It was a bummer but a surprise I didn’t end up walking into the emergency room on a permanent layer of broken glass. It still ended up in a good way.

Some time after that is when I began placing more emphasis on NYE that it actually deserved.

If you use a swear or a racial slur enough it begins to lose its weight and meaning, at least for the user. If I can do the same for NYE, I’m sure it will be good times.