“Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.”
- Dale Carnegie
Another Sunday and I'm dealing with a slight headache.
Maybe it's just the after burn from the pressure of Christmas shopping, going to parties and watching people dressed up in ugly snowflaked sweaters. (where do they get those things?) The hours of wrapping gifts and the seconds it took someone to tear into it. Just when I try to relax they throw New Year's on me. Put another notch in the bedpost of time as we say goodbye to 2006 and hello to 2007. So now I have to deal with the loss of another year.
Now I have always had this pity for New Year's Eve. Sure, it gets the title of “holiday” but it's not like it gets much light being in the shadow of Christmas. New Year's reminds me of being in middle school where there was always that one guy who was the last to be picked for sports ... sure he made the team but it's not like he was a first stringer. That and the fact that it's the shortest holiday we have.
The Fourth of July gets ... July (duh!), Halloween owns October. Thanksgiving calls shotgun on November and Christmas, obviously, begins sometime in August from the looks of the stores. But New Year's Eve lasts only about, I would say, a minute. We get all dressed up and go out to parties where we put on silly hats and check out the television showing that vestige of youth, Dick Clark in Times Square, giving us a play by play of a crowd of people standing at an intersection.
We drink and dance till 11:59. Then we all stop and join together to do the countdown as the ball drops ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... happy new near!”
Once the ball drops it's like a game of musical chairs where everyone scrambles to find someone to kiss.
I won't even go into trouble that little tradition has caused me; and that's basically it.
Now I will concede that maybe you might try stretching out the holiday feeling by trying to sing, or rather hum, “Auld Lang Syne” but who are we kidding, the holiday's over after the champagne toast.
And you know, while I'm on that point, does anyone actually know any of the words to that song beyond the title?
Or better yet what does the title even means? “Auld Lang Syne?” For all I know we might be singing some theme song to a German television sitcom.
Yet I digress, 2006 was a year where opportunity knocked.
When I didn't answer the door, it called, and allowed me the chance to come into your homes each Sunday and present you with my weekly rants on life. So all in all it was a good year for me.
I hope it was a good year for you as well. But now we have the future to look forward to.
It's a new year, 2007. So make your resolutions, and put away the past because the future is at the door knocking.
Auburn native Bradley Molloy's column appears here, each
Sunday, in The Citizen.
He can be reached at lovonian@hotmail.com
Another Sunday and I'm dealing with a slight headache.
Maybe it's just the after burn from the pressure of Christmas shopping, going to parties and watching people dressed up in ugly snowflaked sweaters. (where do they get those things?) The hours of wrapping gifts and the seconds it took someone to tear into it. Just when I try to relax they throw New Year's on me. Put another notch in the bedpost of time as we say goodbye to 2006 and hello to 2007. So now I have to deal with the loss of another year.
Now I have always had this pity for New Year's Eve. Sure, it gets the title of “holiday” but it's not like it gets much light being in the shadow of Christmas. New Year's reminds me of being in middle school where there was always that one guy who was the last to be picked for sports ... sure he made the team but it's not like he was a first stringer. That and the fact that it's the shortest holiday we have.
The Fourth of July gets ... July (duh!), Halloween owns October. Thanksgiving calls shotgun on November and Christmas, obviously, begins sometime in August from the looks of the stores. But New Year's Eve lasts only about, I would say, a minute. We get all dressed up and go out to parties where we put on silly hats and check out the television showing that vestige of youth, Dick Clark in Times Square, giving us a play by play of a crowd of people standing at an intersection.
We drink and dance till 11:59. Then we all stop and join together to do the countdown as the ball drops ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... happy new near!”
Once the ball drops it's like a game of musical chairs where everyone scrambles to find someone to kiss.
I won't even go into trouble that little tradition has caused me; and that's basically it.
Now I will concede that maybe you might try stretching out the holiday feeling by trying to sing, or rather hum, “Auld Lang Syne” but who are we kidding, the holiday's over after the champagne toast.
And you know, while I'm on that point, does anyone actually know any of the words to that song beyond the title?
Or better yet what does the title even means? “Auld Lang Syne?” For all I know we might be singing some theme song to a German television sitcom.
Yet I digress, 2006 was a year where opportunity knocked.
When I didn't answer the door, it called, and allowed me the chance to come into your homes each Sunday and present you with my weekly rants on life. So all in all it was a good year for me.
I hope it was a good year for you as well. But now we have the future to look forward to.
It's a new year, 2007. So make your resolutions, and put away the past because the future is at the door knocking.
Auburn native Bradley Molloy's column appears here, each
Sunday, in The Citizen.
He can be reached at lovonian@hotmail.com
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