Hate is probably too strong a word but I wanted to get your attention. I’m really more bored than anything by NYE. I’m not a fan of firecrackers since my boyhood pal Kirk blew off 2 of his fingers with them and they’re an integral part of NYE. I’m also not wild about the forced jollity and the public drunkenness, which this year is magnified in NOLA by the presence of Florida Gator fans who *almost* make Bama fans look civilized. Almost. Btw, I have nothing against drunks but stupid drunks I’m not crazy about.
Dr. A and I had a quiet day watching some old movies and making corn bread (her) and a massive pot of (Fergie-free) black eyed peas and green onion sausage (me.) Yummy if do say so myself.
A more recent reason to dislike NYE is the fact that LSU keeps getting invited to the Chick-Fil-a Bowl in Atlanta when they have a semi-off year. What the fuck kind of name for a bowl game is that? I’d rather go to the Tidy Bowl or some such shit.
Anyhoo, NYE has been all downhill for me after all the times I saw the Grateful Dead on that day when I was a tadpole. Of course, that was before I became a consummate curmudgeon so that may not be the real reason BUT it sounds good, has a beat and you can dance to it, which reminds me: Dick Clark is as dead as Guy Fucking Lombardo who was the main man on NYE before America’s oldest teenager.
Where is all this going? Nowhere in particular. This is a pretext to post the Dead from the closing of Winterland on-when else?- New Year’s Fucking Eve. Okay, time to push Chinless Mitch and Speaker Boner off the fiscal cliff/curb/slope. Happy Fucking New Year: