Saturday, January 1, 2005

Happy New Year

I stayed up to watch the ball drop in Times Square, the drag queen drop in Key West, and listen to my neighbors let off fireworks (hey guys, there’s a fine line between celebration and creating a public hazard).

Fortunately, I don’t have a hangover to contend with, not having had an alcoholic drink since October of 1992, but I’ll bet there are a number of people with what W.C. Fields called a “conk.” (“The two-headed boy in the circus never had such a headache.”) To them I will whisper quietly, “happy new year,” and suggest they drink plenty of cool water and take a couple of aspirin.

Oh, yeah; congratulations to the Miami Hurricanes for their win in whatever bowl they were playing in.