The day has arrived. The day you spend $40 to get into an overcrowded nightclub that offers a “complimentary champagne toast” (you know, a thimble full of $5-dollar-a-bottle “Andre” poured into a disposable flute). The day you pay inflated prices to eat at restaurants whose quality dips about 50 percent as they rush to feed their partying masses. The day you get all dressed up to get smashed into a group of hundreds of other well dressed partiers who, crammed in like sardines, can’t even see what you put on, and are too drunk to car if they throw up on it. That’s right, New Year’s Eve. 2008 sucked. I won’t mince words, I am glad this year is almost over.
In 2007, I was test driving a new Mercedes. In 2008, I wondered if I shouldn’t sell my Honda.
In 2007, I was hoping my sister had finally started to get her life together. In 2008, she lost her life.
In 2007, my 401K was performing very well. In 2008, I think I owe IT money.
But 2008 wasn’t a total washout. I got to witness one of the most exciting (not sure that’s exactly the right word, but it stays) election years EVER. I started this blog, through which I have met many wonderful, witty, and intelligent people who never fail to make me laugh, occasionally make me cry, and who I’ve come to look forward to making part of my day.
I did some traveling: a wonderful week at the beach, a long weekend in Kansas for a wedding, another long weekend in Philly for another wedding, lots of weekend trips back home, to Chicago, to Charleston, SC, and Asheville, NC.
I’ve so far weathered an economy that has been particularly brutal to my industry–if not totally unscathed, at least I still have a home, food, and work to do. Let’s hope 2009 sees things turn around or I might be renaming this blog “Tales from a Cardboard Box” I wonder if I can pick up WIFI under an overpass?
Happy New Year to All!