Well, New Year's came and went, and much fun was had by all. Not to mention much alcohol. And as the girls say when they have gone wild, "Wooo!" But for the five minutes that most anybody watches New Year's Rockin' Eve, I was incredibly happy to see that it was once again Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve. (I broke my apostrophe key!) Last year was kind of sad without him... for about five minutes (see a theme here?) And sad in a "that's-the-way-it's-always-been-and-it's-different" way not a "my-new-year's-eve-is-not-going-to-be-rockin'-and-is-therefore-ruined" way.
So, like last year, when the party almost forgot to turn on the TV, I was not too upset. But, as I said above, I was incredibly happy to see Dick Clark. I mean I would take Dick Clark with a stroke over Ryan Seacrest any day. Why could it not have been Ryan Seacrest who had a stroke? Why God why?!? Or should I blame Satan?
Anyway, even with everything that happened it was cool to see Dick Clark... for those five minutes, if that. Then it was back to drinking.
Except that it supposedly took one second extra for the New Year to begin? There was some sort of leap second this year, or last year, or whenever. Leap second? What the! Do we really need that extra second to keep everything in sync. I think the human race (or at least those that use clocks) have major scheduling issues if we need an extra second. Time does not have a snooze button. I'm not sure what that means? Anyway, after we turned off the TV, we all enjoyed watching the ball drop. My friend's that is. He was in a bicycle accident.
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