I just took my second shower of this spankin' new year (way ahead of the curve) and now I think I'm ready to get back to blogging. I feel clean enough for it. You didn't wait for me, I hope?
So here we are, another calendar year closer to our deaths. What?! Don't roll your eyes at me. You know it's coming too, and every year in the books is another one less to live. It's not morbid; it's just something to keep in mind, that's all. Who knows- this could be the year...
Okay, you should probably roll your eyes at that last part. That's morbid.
So how 'bout those holidays? I hope you celebrated something, at least. I'm not a religious person either (except about breakfast; I will have my breakfast and it will be accompanied by something good to read, so help me god, amen), but you never need an excuse to celebrate. They tell me it's the holidays, so goddamnit let's have a holiday.
My holiday time (we call ours Christmas) was pretty cool. I got stuff (a new camera.) I gave stuff (mostly socks.) I'd say it worked out in my favor if we're keeping score. Which we're not. My grandmother (the one from New Jersey who buys me malt liquor) bought a condo near my parents, which is kinda sad for me because her current residence is the only place left from my childhood. It won't be the same without summers in Cape May. But that's selfish, because while I have nostalgia, her whole life is there. I hope she knows there's no beach in Atlanta.
New Year's Eve found the lady and I with her parents at the Georgia Dome to watch Tech get the crap beat out of them in the Chick-fil-a Bowl, and not only did they not have free chicken sandwiches there, but they were charging more for them than they do in the stores (but never on Sunday.) Rip! So basically the highlight of the evening was when the crowd, disgusted with the underwhelming performance of the hometown team, turned the flyers attached to every seat (Who would have guessed that BB&T offered free checking? Everyone, that's who!) into actual flyers as paper airplanes rained down onto the playing surface.
Leaving early in the fourth quarter (Courtney's dad, a Tech alum, was ready to claw his eyes out by halftime), we stopped at Waffle House on the way home for some waffles and decaf, making it back just in time to ring in 2009 like all good Americans, right in front of the TV, which is exactly where most of us will spend far too much of the year ahead.
If we're lucky. Because this could be the year. So watch out.