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The Metro - Boston, Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Happy New Year's -- it's finally over
Yes it was seven days ago. But since we spent seven weeks planning it we can take a week to complain about it. I hate New Year's Eve celebrations and so do you.
I know all the talk. And engage in some of it. See out the old year, welcome in the new one, draw a line under things, do new things, and start over. Bleh. Wishful thinking and doomed resolutions to quit smoking, lose weight and ask people out when they smile at us on public transportation.
And the best party of the whole year ever. Which it isn't. Ever. I've never been to a New Year's party that was as enjoyable as any party that wasn't on New Year's. Never got excited at 11:59 p.m. without trying really, really hard, and never been kissed by a hot woman I didn't already know.
All that could be a function of my refusing to pay anything to get in anywhere at any time, never mind double the money to stand in double the line for triple the disappointment. But it's probably not. It's probably a function of NYE being the most overhyped, overpriced and underwhelming "celebration" created by humankind -- discounting Valentines Day.
We wake up the next afternoon to everything dramatically unchanged and Jan. 1 startlingly similar to Dec. 31. And when asked at work for noisome days afterward about what we did for New Year's Eve, instead of truthfully saying "Nothing I enjoyed that much and neither did you, I wish I'd stayed in and watched Twilight Zone," we make up some exaggerated nonsense about what a belter it was.
written by Thomas Keown
Happy New Year's -- it's finally over
Yes it was seven days ago. But since we spent seven weeks planning it we can take a week to complain about it. I hate New Year's Eve celebrations and so do you.
I know all the talk. And engage in some of it. See out the old year, welcome in the new one, draw a line under things, do new things, and start over. Bleh. Wishful thinking and doomed resolutions to quit smoking, lose weight and ask people out when they smile at us on public transportation.
And the best party of the whole year ever. Which it isn't. Ever. I've never been to a New Year's party that was as enjoyable as any party that wasn't on New Year's. Never got excited at 11:59 p.m. without trying really, really hard, and never been kissed by a hot woman I didn't already know.
All that could be a function of my refusing to pay anything to get in anywhere at any time, never mind double the money to stand in double the line for triple the disappointment. But it's probably not. It's probably a function of NYE being the most overhyped, overpriced and underwhelming "celebration" created by humankind -- discounting Valentines Day.
We wake up the next afternoon to everything dramatically unchanged and Jan. 1 startlingly similar to Dec. 31. And when asked at work for noisome days afterward about what we did for New Year's Eve, instead of truthfully saying "Nothing I enjoyed that much and neither did you, I wish I'd stayed in and watched Twilight Zone," we make up some exaggerated nonsense about what a belter it was.
written by Thomas Keown