"How would you rate this year for you?" my friend asked. "From a scale of one to five: one being the worst, five being the best."
I scratched my chin and cleared my throat. Then I gave my answer.
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"You done good boy," praised Momma Timmy, filling me with a sense of pride only an impressionable youth would feel when commended by an adult. Those were some great years, those high school years.
Well, no. High school sucked. But at least I could hold my liquor. (Praise the public school system!)
You feel that? That tingling sensation in your gut? That's deja vu. You're feeling it because you've been here before. That's right. You've been at this very spot of the Sun before; approximately 365.25 days ago, in fact.
I wonder what was on her mind. She seemed awfully depressed, sitting at the bar by herself. She finished three drinks in the span of fifteen minutes.
She came in by herself. Sat down and ordered a Cosmopolitan. Stared off into space and drank her cocktail, without a glance to anyone else in the bar.
Drinking alone. That's a sign of depression if I ever saw one.
Right now, my brain has the same consistency as warm butternut squash, only more pink. My brain is a vegetable, it is, because I just finished watching six consecutive episodes of the Sopranos: 4th Season.
I know you want it. The New Year's Kiss.
Sure you do. And who wouldn't? What better way to start off a new year than with a nice, passionate kiss (or wet and sloppy—or however you like 'em)?
2001 was the year Life tore a gash and poured salt and lemon juice into the wound.
Is there anyone who isn't happy to see this sorry year end?
It's the beginning of the new millennium and I just got my first kiss. Hot damn!
And I only met her that night.
This millennium, I resolve to casually date.
Odd prediction, eh? To explain further, let me give you some background information.
For the sake of this argument, I'm going to generalize the whole dating scene into two main categories: the Casual Date and the Spouse Interview.
Like grains of sand passing through your fingers, the last days of the millenium are falling away.
At least, according to the Christian calendar.
It's year 2542 in the Buddhist calendar, 2659 for the Japanese one. And 5999, 3912, and 2529 for some Masonic calendars.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA