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December 31, 2005 | Category: In My Life
This is a note of warning - I have been ill for 6 days. 5 of which I vaguely remember in shadows and gulps and sweaty sheets. For all I know, I am currently inseminated with some evil alien's hybrid child that will split me open like an overripe melon. Look, it could be true. The past few days are lost to me like a bad NBC drama. I have no freaking idea.
And into the dim, comes New Year's Eve.
I hate New Year's Eve.
The best New Year I ever spent, on a balcony overlooking Reykjavik. A thousand blooms of fireworks lighting up the sky. Iceland brings in a new year with bonfires and hearty meals and drunken song and dozens and dozens of blasts in the sky. And even that night, that happy night, was book-ended with tears and maudlin moaning and trepidation.
Why?
Because New Year's Eve sucks.
It sucks rocks and there's no convincing me otherwise. You just can't attempt to encompass a year's worth of possibilities and realities and have that live up to itself. I mean, you blend up bad champagne, overly veneered strangers, shiny shoes that hurt your feet, and some guy who's decided he's getting lucky for sure and you will NOT come out the other end with anything good. No, my friends, you will, in fact, come out with the sum total of the umpty-ump remembered New Year's Eves of my life. A veritible sausage of disaster.
I'm talking about starting off the new year with worse than just blurry eyes and ringing regrets and vomit on my shoes.
The best of intentions, each year. The worst of results. The kind of stuff that you can't plop plop fizz fizz back into anything good.
*sigh* Not the best of moods to be contemplating a year in. So, I won't.
Instead, I will stubbornly do as I usually do. With the added festive touch of mighty blue Nyquil. Which is to say - count this as a night when it is best to stay at home, eat snack food for dinner, and watch reruns until bedtime.
But before I begin hauling all the pillows and blankets into the living room, I wanted to stop as I did last year and say this...
Thank you for the dance so far. This blog and each soul who has stopped by for a piece of the journey has been an incredible blessing to me.
And, please - drive safe tonight (if you must insist on revelry and merriment and/or shiny high-heeled shoes), remember to kiss your designated driver all over, and see you in 2005 2006.
Peace on Earth, God's peace to us all. (Or, at the very least, a mutual non-combatant treaty).
Icelandic New Year's Eve Chant:
Let those who want to, arrive.
Let those who want to, leave.
Let those who want to, stay.
Without harm to me or mine.