Thursday, January 01, 2015
I have to admit something that many might find too curmudgeonly: I think New Years is the stupidest holiday on the calendar.
Wahoo! We're turning the page on the calendar! Let's get drunk!
Every day of the year has a midnight. Why do we make such a big damn deal out of counting down this one of the 365?
OK, if you like to imbibe (and also, perhaps, to enjoy the fruits of others imbibing, such as post-midnight hookups with relative strangers) more power to you. Me? I've always felt as My Dad did. He considered New Years Eve to be amateur night.
Oh, well. I won't go on about the ridiculousness of the thing because without it I wouldn't have had the impetus to write my column in today's Boston Herald (nor is it likely my editor, bless her heart, would have accepted it, so there's that, too.)
You can read it by clicking onto this convenient link!
I hope it provides some value. Meanwhile, I'm going to enjoy some leftover Thai food (from Little Thai Cafe, which I strongly recommend if you're in the Watertown/Belmont area) and then watch Ohio State upset Alabama and Oregon put an end to Florida State's reign as national champion.
(No complaints will be accepted if you believe I'm a prophet and you lose betting on those two outcomes. Anyone who believes I'm a prophet is obviously drunk.)
Thanks for your kind comments and/or letters to the editor. If you have a hangover, may it be memorable in some outstanding way.
Soon, with more better stuff.