This year, I did the opposite of last: I attended a -- get this -- a Scientologist New Years event. No, it wasn't some kind of crazy thing...it was merely a presentation of what the Hubbard people did over the year, and then it your typical snacks and dancing thing. No alcohol, but a rousing rendition of Auld Lang Sine at midnight capped off the night. I have an embarrassing picture of me wearing a dumb party hat that will eventually get deleted. After being shown to my mom
There were no attempts by the Scientologists to convince me to join their religion, even after I told them I wasn't a member. I merely stated that I was cruising solo for new years eve, and that I was just looking to have some fun. I really appreciated that. It was nice to spend the time with some really fun people.
What about everyone else?
(edited by Oliver on 1.1.07 1232) You're kidding me!
Too hungover from Saturday night to do much at all Sunday night. Luckily, the people I was planning on celebrating with were also just as hungover. We watched a recording of the UFC PPV that we were too drunk to pay attention to the night before. I drank a few Miller High Lifes and a glass of Highland Park at midnight.
Ken Kennedy debuted a new finisher: Jeff Hardy fans will insist on calling it the Swanton Bomb, but it looks WAY more devastating when not performed by a 180-pound fruitcake. -Rick Scaia 06.12.2006
I was in a 10-person poker tournament. It was down to three people as the clock hit midnight. I was the chip leader. The shortstack goes all in, the second person calls him and I, trying to be dramatic, call that second person all in right at the stroke of midnight.
Nice and quiet... Went to a friends house (her husband was working, so I thought I'd keep her company) and watched a couple of movies. Missed 12:00... it happened during "The Killer Rabbit" scene of Holy Grail.
You wanted the best, you got... Out of Context Quote of the Week.
"They're plump, ripe, and priced to move. Get your fat Samoan today!" (Packman V2)
Went to go see the... what did they call it, Stillborn Fest 2006 (toadsplace.com) or something. It was at Toad's Place, headlined by Hatebreed (hatebreed.com). Just before midnight, they poured some champagne... for THEMSELVES. And Jamey Jasta threw out cigars to the crowd, one of which ended up in my pocket. They stopped the show so the ball could drop, and at midnight, they dropped balloons from the rafters. Not bad, even if the only reason I went was because Glassjaw (glassjaw.com) reunited and was playing. Really, really wish they'd played more than half an hour, but hey, it was Hatebreed's night. Dead By Wednesday wasn't bad, especially for one of those two-vocalist bands.
I brought in the New Year at home with the girlfriend: we watched some stupid chick flick (What a Girl Wants), Shrek 2, Engine Sentai Go-Onger (google it) and then the series finale of the Royal Canadian Air Farce. It was all fairly low key.
Hindsight being 20/20, I should have gone out. The girlfriends' aunt was with us and pretty much was a huge buzzkill. I can understand not being a fan of New Years Eve (her dislike for New Years is kinda like my dislike for every other holiday in general)...but to pretty much say NO to even doing a countdown really killed the evening.
Adding to the equation was babysitting a friends' Golden Lab, who has a bit of a flatulence problem and a serious mean streak to our other dog.
So yeah, that was my New Years Eve. Next year, I want to go to New York City.
I know parties and whatnot are the norm, but we have really only done a few parties over the years. Tonight we're just watching Ryan and the bands and drinking some Sparkling grape juice. But, we have been married a long long time.
I can't even recall the last time we went out on New Year's eve? What do you do (or what did you do?) to commemorate the rotation of the earth around old Sol?
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.
That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental jumbling of the alphabet would fall into a most ingenious treatise of philosophy - Swift
Went to sleep at 6:15, have a 1/2 day at work today. Happy New year!
"Tattoos are the mullets of the aughts." - Mike Naimark
"Don't stop after beating the swords into ploughshares, don't stop! Go on beating and make musical instruments out of them. Whoever wants to make war again will have to turn them into ploughshares first" - Yehuda Amichai
There was a college basketball player in the late '90s named God Shamgod. He played for Providence. I don't personally see the upside of naming you son "God", and it's only made worse by a last name with "god" in it.