Happy New Years!
How did you ring in 2006? We spent it relatively quietly. I had to work in the early evening, but I got the kids around seven.
I've never been a big fan of the whole celebration. It goes back to my teen years.
My parents always had a big Methodist shindig, and my brother and I would be relegated to the basement. We would sit down there and listen to the Methodist merryment from upstairs. Especially if they broke out the sherry.
It wasn't all that bad--we had a TV, pool table, ping-pong, snacks.
But there was one problem. My parents would invite friends from out-of-town, who would bring their son Alan.
The Spastic Kid.
Alan was the poster child for untreated ADD. Everything he touched was defective. That's why it broke. He was better than us at everything, too. It was just because the moon was out of phase or his thumb had a splinter or the dog ate his tuxedo that he didn't win on New Years' eve.
Over the years, my distaste for the holiday remained. During my drinking days, it was amateur night. The only time I ever got pulled for drinking and driving was on New Years' Eve. Fortunately for me, this was just before the big crackdown on DWI, and I got off with just a warning. But the lesson was learned.
When I started dating STBEW, we exchanged gifts on New Years' Eve as well, since we were with our respective families on Christmas. So I got that against it too.
So my desire for New Years' Eve is simple: Quiet and out of the way. The kids and I went out to see a movie at the dollar theater. But the projector was busted for the film we wanted to see. I converted the refund to quarters, and the kids blew them at the arcade.
We came home, played cards, and watched Spiderman 2 until 11:58, and then turned to ABC.
Oh my God Dick Clark.
I only saw him for a moment, and it was a scary one. High diffusion filter, Lots of backlight, unusually wide shot. It reminded me of Balok from Star Trek. He could have been a muppet for as long as he was on screen. And he muffed the countdown. I heard Regis did the same thing on another channel. I understand that he wants to prove to the world that he can still do it after having his stroke, but it's wrong.
So three two one Happy New Year yay! and off to bed. The kids slept late, as did I. We did manage to go to the movies on Sunday night, and we had a nice day sledding today. They're upstairs now, with their clothes picked out for school tomorrow, and supposedly brushing their teeth. Don't see how they're doing that whilst shouting happily at each other, so I guess I'd better get up there.
No real resolutions to ring in the New Year. Except to chew my food more slowly.
I know this isn't much of a post, but it wasn't much of a New Year.
Just the way I like it.
Yeharr
I've never been a big fan of the whole celebration. It goes back to my teen years.
My parents always had a big Methodist shindig, and my brother and I would be relegated to the basement. We would sit down there and listen to the Methodist merryment from upstairs. Especially if they broke out the sherry.
It wasn't all that bad--we had a TV, pool table, ping-pong, snacks.
But there was one problem. My parents would invite friends from out-of-town, who would bring their son Alan.
The Spastic Kid.
Alan was the poster child for untreated ADD. Everything he touched was defective. That's why it broke. He was better than us at everything, too. It was just because the moon was out of phase or his thumb had a splinter or the dog ate his tuxedo that he didn't win on New Years' eve.
Over the years, my distaste for the holiday remained. During my drinking days, it was amateur night. The only time I ever got pulled for drinking and driving was on New Years' Eve. Fortunately for me, this was just before the big crackdown on DWI, and I got off with just a warning. But the lesson was learned.
When I started dating STBEW, we exchanged gifts on New Years' Eve as well, since we were with our respective families on Christmas. So I got that against it too.
So my desire for New Years' Eve is simple: Quiet and out of the way. The kids and I went out to see a movie at the dollar theater. But the projector was busted for the film we wanted to see. I converted the refund to quarters, and the kids blew them at the arcade.
We came home, played cards, and watched Spiderman 2 until 11:58, and then turned to ABC.
Oh my God Dick Clark.
I only saw him for a moment, and it was a scary one. High diffusion filter, Lots of backlight, unusually wide shot. It reminded me of Balok from Star Trek. He could have been a muppet for as long as he was on screen. And he muffed the countdown. I heard Regis did the same thing on another channel. I understand that he wants to prove to the world that he can still do it after having his stroke, but it's wrong.
So three two one Happy New Year yay! and off to bed. The kids slept late, as did I. We did manage to go to the movies on Sunday night, and we had a nice day sledding today. They're upstairs now, with their clothes picked out for school tomorrow, and supposedly brushing their teeth. Don't see how they're doing that whilst shouting happily at each other, so I guess I'd better get up there.
No real resolutions to ring in the New Year. Except to chew my food more slowly.
I know this isn't much of a post, but it wasn't much of a New Year.
Just the way I like it.
Yeharr
posted by Balloon Pirate at 9:05 PM
7 Comments:
How can anyone mess up a countdown? That's like not singing the alphabet in the right order.
Wishing you a very happy year.
Dick was at "Happy New Year" when the rest of the eastern time zone was at "two." I didn't observe Reege's error, but I'm guessing it was similar.
Yeharr
Poor Dick Clark. It's nice for people to see that he's doing better as he is one of our icons, but maybe they could hae done it a little arlier in the show. It's time to pass the torch.
Thise year our nieces and nephew were here. They went to bed at 8 and we had some wine and cheese. Pretty low-key, but we don't mind. Next year, though, PARTY AT OUR HOUSE!!! (Open invitation)
having lived thru Dad's stroke and rehabilitation, it is good that Clark is trying to do everything that he can. He also must learn that he is not the same person he was before the stroke.
I agree that it's amateur night. Cranky and I always avoided the parties for that reason, except the one our neighbors had in Atlanta that we could walk to...
I had to leave for work New Year's Eve morning so it was a quiet one for us too.
I'm in Chennai India now and we fly here from Paris with Indian flight attendants. They were still giddy and kept saying "happy new year!" We Americans just couldn't get into it as much.
I feel bad for Dick Clark. Maybe he needed a quiet celebration like us.
Yea, Dick Clark needs to give it up. Quick...Anyways I went to a get-together on new years and we watched Midget Porn until about 11:55. It was called Double Midgetation. haha. it was great.
The Spastic Kid is a good name for a band.
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