Memory Monday-It’s a thing…
New Year’s Eve is almost here. People are planning parties and deciding which bar or club they will be at to celebrate.
As a kid, I don’t remember us doing anything overly special for New Year’s Eve. We would watch Dick Clark in Times Square at the ball drop. It was pretty cool to get to stay up so late, but then as I got older, staying up past midnight was a fairly common thing. I do remember the stench of the cooked cabbage on New Year’s Day and never understood why Granny had to cook that stinky stuff. I think it was supposed to bring health and prosperity in the new year? It was stinky and I wouldn’t touch it.
In all the years watching the ball drop on New Year’s, I can’t say I’ve ever had the desire to be there live to watch it. It just looks like an unholy mess and way too many people most of which I imagine are drunk. I don’t even want to think about the unsanitary practices that happens on those streets. YUCK! I’ll just watch from the comfort of my couch. Except, Ryan Seacrest, really? That’s who you get to fill Dick Clark’s shoes? Oh what sad, sad times we live in. <shaking my head old person style>
I posted my writing goals a few days ago. I don’t do resolutions, unless you count this one:
Be a good person. Don’t suck.
Feel free to adopt that one too if you want. The world could certainly use more good people that don’t suck.