2015
It's a new year. To be honest, the fun of welcoming in a new year has lost most of it's appeal for me. Not that I'm getting used to another year. It's just the years of being drunk, screaming, hugging and kissing everyone has run stale.
Maybe it's a youth thing? I'm going to 41 this year. Not that I feel it.
This past Ole Years, I was in Antigua for a gig. When the fireworks went off and people began celebrating, I looked around at all the strangers and suddenly had the urge to be back in the hotel room, watching TV.
Being wasted, exhausted and piss drunk has lost it's appeal. Being productive, making a list of dreams, goals and challenges for a new year, now that's more like it.
Maybe there's something wrong with me?
Sounds reclusive and boring doesn't it? I'd rather be home making plans rather than celebrating another year with drunken strangers. Most of whom don't act their age.
Don't get me wrong, I just think any experience is made fun when you have good friends around.
And all my friends have scattered to various gatherings over the years. Perhaps it's time to get a new group of friends? One who party it up.
Ha! But seriously.
Thank you 2015 for coming around, I'd just rather greet you with sobering hope than drunken stupor.
It's a new year. To be honest, the fun of welcoming in a new year has lost most of it's appeal for me. Not that I'm getting used to another year. It's just the years of being drunk, screaming, hugging and kissing everyone has run stale.
Maybe it's a youth thing? I'm going to 41 this year. Not that I feel it.
This past Ole Years, I was in Antigua for a gig. When the fireworks went off and people began celebrating, I looked around at all the strangers and suddenly had the urge to be back in the hotel room, watching TV.
Being wasted, exhausted and piss drunk has lost it's appeal. Being productive, making a list of dreams, goals and challenges for a new year, now that's more like it.
Maybe there's something wrong with me?
Sounds reclusive and boring doesn't it? I'd rather be home making plans rather than celebrating another year with drunken strangers. Most of whom don't act their age.
Don't get me wrong, I just think any experience is made fun when you have good friends around.
And all my friends have scattered to various gatherings over the years. Perhaps it's time to get a new group of friends? One who party it up.
Ha! But seriously.
Thank you 2015 for coming around, I'd just rather greet you with sobering hope than drunken stupor.
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