Pace on Earth

Just Another Day

January 1st is just another day but it is also the proverbial fresh start, clean slate, new underwear, etc. Since the turn of the millenium the New Year's Eve celebration has been a bit of a letdown (having said that Craig had a couple of memorable bash's on Prince William st. and I had a truly fantastic West Coast New Year's on Denman Island in to ring in 2002, but for the sake of this post let's pretend they all sucked). So this year plans were up in the air on Henry St. Being a Sunday most of the day was spent lounging in front of the TV lamenting the plights of the Bengals and Dolphins (the football teams, not the animals, although that makes me think that we really need to review our priorities). A few boys came over to share the last day of the NFL season and as a final splash before wiping the slate clean we got a bucket of KFC. Normy and I barely made it out of the house, while Jesse, Rene and Hunter never made it off the couch. This year will therefore be remembered as the year that KFC ruined New Year's. It was, indeed, finger-licking good though.

Normy and I made it to Slippy's by 9 minutes to midnight thereby beating Weston's prediction by 4 minutes. We arrived to boos but after the clock struck twelve those hard feelings were "so last year". Shortly after that the family folks stared heading home and I had to pull out my heretofore unseen impersonation of Frank Mills doing Music Box Dancer to keep them interested. It didn't work and by 3am it was just Normy, Pete, Tracey and I. Tracey then made fun of Normy's ancient cell phone and that was it; Normy woke me up from my floor sleep and we left in our first huff of the new year. Actually it was really nice to party at Winston's house on Birmingham Ct. I'm pretty sure we told some of the same stories last night as we did the first time I drank there; when I was, um, 19, yeah that's right 19. Good friends, good times.

So as for my New Year's resolutions, well, they are the same as every year. Get a six pack, get a degree, get bent, laugh more, live more, love more, say yes more, say thank you more, say you're welcome more, cook more, eat better, and hug more people when they don't expect it. Also, I would like to kiss an angel good morning and love her like the devil when I get back home and find out once and for all just how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

At a family get together a few days ago my Spanish influenced cousin Anne told me that Prospero An~o (pronounced Anyo) is the equivalent of Happy New Year. She also told me to be careful not to pronounce it Prospero Ano because that would mean prosperous anus. Frankly I wish you both; may we all be healthy, happy and regular in 2007.

High Fives

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 11:17 p.m.