Happy New Year!
What, you ask, does a cranky old man do on New Years Eve? You didn’t ask? Well I’ve got nothing else to post about, so I will tell you anyway.
This cranky old man does exactly what he did on most New Year’s Eves as a cranky young man. Zippity Doo Da!
Mrs. Cranky and I will have Chinese take-out and watch football and assorted junk on TV. We will watch the ball drop, say Whoop-Te-Do, kiss, and then change the channel from “Rocking New Years Eve” to the “Ladies Killing Husbands” station on our channel 171.
I don’t hate NYE, I hate the idea that NYE is supposed to be a big party and the most fun night of the year.
You cannot force fun.
Back in the days when I generally drank myself into a controlled stupor every night, I considered NYE as amateur night. Parties would be filled with idiots who felt they had to get plastered this one night of the year.
I hate once a-year-drunks. People who haven’t been bombed often enough to know that they are not entertaining, funny or cute. They repeat themselves, sweat, mumble, giggle and are very annoying. They sing, dance and grab you to have you dance with them. They are just obnoxious.
NYE parties are so loud you cannot hear yourself think, and everyone expects to have the best time of their life. I never once enjoyed a big NYE party. If I am expected to have a good time, I seldom do.
I guess I have never liked any big noisy crowds. If I had to celebrate, I would probably enjoy a quiet bar with quiet drunks who know how to control their inebriation. Watch TV, have a drink, explain how corporations are controlling the world, have a drink, explain how big Pharm could eradicate all diseases except there is no money in that, have a drink, bitch about the Giants offensive line, have a drink, count down from 10 to “Happy New Year”, call a cab and go home.
Well Mrs. C has maybe three Kahlua and milk drinks a year, so it will be stay at home again for me, and that is just fine. It is just another night, no special reason to have fun and make noise.
Life is good at the Cranky home every night.
"you cannot force fun"
ReplyDeleteSo true and I wish people would stop telling me I should "get out and have some fun".
I have enough fun being quietly happy at home.
I agree ... fun is a terrible thing. All it does is mask the realities of life. A series of failures punctuated with disappointments. What is there to look forwards to in the New Year? More misery. Price inflation. And bad news. Nothing ever gets better. No matter how much we wish it so. For example ... the other day I had to attend a funeral of a friend. I don't like attending funerals on the principle that these people will not attend mine. But I had to attend this one since the guy owed me money. Anyway, in church at this funeral everyone was miserable for some reason. And to make matters worse I could not get a wifi connection in church. Missed the football match on my tablet. No wonder Moses broke his in despair ... no wifi connection!
ReplyDeleteSeriously though ... I wish you and all your readers a happy and healthy New Year and beyond.
God bless.
Happy New Year! It's crab legs and champagne as usual at home.
ReplyDeleteNothing special here. Though you have given me the idea to ask for Chinese food. We'll hear our neighbors whooping it up with fireworks or gunshots. The dogs don't much care for New Year's Eve. They think it's a second 4th of July.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year! Years ago when hubby was in a band, all New Year Eve's were parties or clubs that he played for and then we would be driving home with all the drunks on the road at the same time (we weren't in that category). Nowadays I can't make it to 10 p.m., forget midnight, so we usually watch the ball dropping in Time Square, 2 hours ahead of us, and make that our New Year's celebration.
ReplyDeletebetty
We celebrate as you do and I've always called New Years Eve amateur night. Bunch of idiots.
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Happy New Year to you! We don't drink but I did get some sparkling cider to toast the end of the year. We're suppose to go to a church gathering but I'm on call until 7pm so we'll see if we make it. I struggle to stay awake until midnight especially since I'm working today...anyway, have a great night with Mrs. C and I'll catch ya next year!
ReplyDeleteHad to smile at your description of the drunks on NYE. Didn't really notice till I spent my first one sober. You nailed it. Anymore since I have the bedtime of a nine year old on a school night, I just settle for the cliff notes in the morning.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Joe and Mrs. C.
Had to laugh about you & the missus switching channels to "Ladies Killing their Husbands" after that ball drops--Happy New Year, Joe :)
ReplyDeleteWe have been boring for about 5 years or so. My husband doesn't drink, and I will probably have 2 or 3 glasses of whatever.
ReplyDeleteHope you NYE will be glorious.
As my stepdaughter emailed me this morning: "I don't need a special night to make a fool of myself. I can do that any night of the year." Happy New Year to you and Mrs. C, Joe.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year from the Dixons. Sparkling cider and in bed by ten. Best way ever to bring in a new year or a new decade.
ReplyDelete"Life is good at the Cranky home every night." - I love this.
ReplyDeleteMy wife and I are among the group who are in bed and asleep at midnight, New Year's Eve and almost every other night.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the post.
Paul L. Quandt
just like you title of the still time hardly stir me up dear Joe
ReplyDeletethis is amazing how our feeling change as we age and become mature
it is like fog gets thinner and thinner and views become clearer :)
i feel happy to see people who seem really enthusiastic and well come new year warmly though