Happy New Year
I didn’t get very drunk last night, but my fiance did. Just before he hit senseless oblivion, however, we counted down to zero, and this is what he said:
2009 is going to be our year. In the future — in 2015 — we’ll kiss on New Year’s and say, “Remember all the stuff that happened in 2009? That was awesome.”
When he said that, I felt the chiming of a universal truth.
Happy 2009, people. May it be a year for you to remember fondly in 2015.
