As I watched the ball drop last night, I watched all the people in Times Square while John Lennon's "Imagine" played. The announcer claimed the mood was "reflective" while the images were of a bunch of drunk people yelling and dancing while wearing novelty glasses that said 2007. It didn't seem incredibly thoughtful, but I suppose that the start of a new year can't help but be reflective especially for those who dread such an activity. Thinking about the past means "getting in touch with my feelings" (a dreadful phrase) and finding out that some of them are in fact predictably awful, and it's not an activity I encourage. Drinking helps until it doesn't. At any rate, I found myself clinging to the abusive leg of the old year until the ball dropped.
All that said, what are we to make of the new year? Well, the Lions kicked the Dallas Cowboys' asses, making me a very happy camper. The title of this entry comes from the Star Telegram front-page headline in Ft. Worth. Ha! So that's a start. As for everything else in the world, we'll be watching our televisions next year to find out who made it and who didn't and thinking, damn, how did another year pass without me even knowing it?
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If it ain't rough, it ain't right." RIP Hamilton, Detroit Pistons
If you drank a lot yesterday, like vats and vats until you blacked out, you should try the following recipe to get rid of some of the pain.
New Year's Day
1 glass of scotch whiskey served with three teaspoons of honey
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy New Year's Day!