And so another year ends today… each one seemingly spinning by faster than the one before it. It’s New Year’s Eve, the one time every year when people get together to celebrate a calendar event.
Kind of odd if you ask me, but then again, I never got the whole idea behind celebrating the new year. New Year’s Day is a federally recognized holiday because…. it’s the first day of the year? Huh? Really?
Hey, as I’ve said before, I love the inner workings of our calendar, but I’ve never been a party person, whether there’s been a reason for it or not, so I’ve never gotten into the hoopla over the last day of the year. Why do we celebrate the changing of the year, but not the changing of the month? Could you imagine 12 New Month’s Eve celebrations every year?
That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever hoid!
And yet, New Year’s Eve is where it’s at. The young go out and party like it’s 1999, the settled stay at home and watch the hoopla in Times square, the old and crabby hit the sack early and are fast asleep by midnight.
Me? I’ll be at work. I love dropping that on unsuspecting people who ask me what my New Year’s Eve plans are. I’ll be celebrating with my good friends Fabuloso and Suavitel, and whatever few co-workers of mine who actually show up tonight. At least I’ll be away from the stray gunfire from idiots who failed remedial physics and advanced alcohol intoxication…. not to mention the douchebags who will take to the roads stone drunk in the wee hours. Good times!
Happy New Year! Aspirin is in the Pharmacy department across from Stationery.
Like Christmas, I enjoyed New Years Eve more as a kid. One of my favorite traditions was listening to the year end countdowns in the radio, with the #1 song always being played right before midnight. This was back in the 80’s, when Top 40 pop was still going strong, and a station could actually dig up 100 or more songs that were released that year that they actually played and you’d recognize. This all went to hell in the early 90’s when radio stations began to fall into stricter formats. Those of you born after 1985 or so will never know how good radio actually could be….
Woof, indeed.
Don’t let me be a Debbie Downer, though. Regardless of how you plan to spend this final evening of 2012, I hope it’s a great one for you. Drink responsibly, designate a driver, and when you return from your hangover tomorrow morning, be sure to slide by The Nest… because I’ll have a super stupendous presentation that I just know you’ve all been waiting for!
Happy ’13 from Evil Squirrel’s Nest!
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
you are a funny dude … takes one to know one … happy new year, evilsquirrel!
Same to you, PB!
Happy New Year!
Thank you, and I return the wishes for you!
Happy ’13 to you!
Thank you Fransi, and the same to you!
from a box somewhere on a cargo plane heading south, Sparky sends warm New Year greetings!!!
Thanks Sparky! What time zone is Antartica in anyway?
Happy New Year ES… for what it’s worth; I spent mine at home chillaxin’ 🙂
Happy New Year to you as well, Leila! Nothings says NYE like chillaxin’ with your favorite possum and a can of Ass Munch®….. 😉
Happy New Year E.S. 🙂
HNY to you and the boys as well!
Thanks 🙂 Oh and be sure to check out what is at the bottom of my Blog Highlights post. : )
Happy New Year to you! I hope 2013 is a great year for you!
Thank you, and I wish the same for you as well!
Fair Dinkum I bought my self a combination radio/CD player for a new years gift. It is so uncomplicated! I plan to listen to even more music in ’13! Love the 80s style ballet inspired workout suit. Spent new year in Barwon Heads (where kids can be kids)
” At least I’ll be away from the stray gunfire from idiots who failed remedial physics and advanced alcohol intoxication”… I am from the South. This is funny! The problem is, no one actually offers a remedial physics class. I will laugh at this all day!
I hate the assholes who shoot their guns off. After the 4th we had a bullet fly through one of our conference rooms because some idiot shot a gun off into the air.
Someone needs to invent boomerang bullets, and then make sure only the idiots buy them….
genius!