I think the last image pretty much defines the month: hot as hell with no specific direction. I didn’t get out much.
Major database fail. Things may look odd for a day or two. More later…
Sorry. I didn’t get out much this month…
The “till death do us part” component didn’t work out as planned, but it’s still pretty cool to have been there twenty years ago today for this major event that was a direct precursor to marriage equality in the U.S. I’d actually forgotten until I found myself having to type today’s date a few minutes ago.
So happy anniversary to all four thousand of us!
New Year’s Eve:
- 1979-1980: I get drunk for the first time. I also get caught by my parents getting drunk for the first time.
- 1981-1982: Someone hits my car just as I’m getting started on what turns out to be the last heterosexual date I will ever subject myself (or anyone else) to.
- 1984-1985: I spend the night with a boy I have a major and obsessive crush on. Nothing happens. Sigh.
- 1994-1995: I’ve just broken up with someone. I go to a quasi-legal party at a warehouse down the street in San Francisco. It gets raided.
- 1999-2000: Millenium party with accordion accompaniment.
- 2008-2009: On a very cold night, the ex and I find ourselves on the wrong side of downtown Pittsburgh for the fireworks.
- 2010-2011: Most depressing New Year’s Eve ever. Enough said.
- 2012-2023: Done with this shit.
Other than 1974-1975, when I was ten years old and at Disney World, I’m hard pressed to think of a single New Year’s Eve that was memorable for actually being enjoyable. Maybe that’s why I pretty much just say “fuck it” at this point. I never liked New Year’s Eve. It’s nice no longer having to pretend to. I was even sort of faking it in the photo above from 35 years ago…and who the hell are those people?
For the record, this year I invited a Spectrum tech over for an early date at 4PM. His repair didn’t “take” and now I get to see another Spectrum tech at 9AM on New Year’s Day. Good thing I won’t have a hangover.
I do have collards, Hoppin’ John, and pork things for tomorrow. Nothing changes New Year’s Day (to coin a phrase).
