Ah, New Year's Eve is tomorrow night. I've lived long enough to see Ryan Seacrest replace Dick Clark, who had thrilled us all by giving us a show called New Year's Rockin' Eve, which meant that we didn't have to sit with our parents anymore and watch Guy Lombardo and his orchestra ring in the New Year with "Auld Lang Syne." I don't think that I'll live long enough to figure out what auld lang syne means and I'm sure that I won't live long enough, even if given two lifetimes, to figure out how a no-talent hack such as Ryan Seacrest manages to show up everywhere and make more more money than most Central American dictators.
In any case, I do feel qualified to offer a few observations about this interesting holiday.
First, midnight used to be the time that the party started. Now midnight is the time right before I go to bed.
Second,young or old, even Ryan Seacrest doesn't have enough money to pay me to be in Times Square when the ball drops.
Third, you reach a certain age where you realize that the new year is actually going to bring the same old crap as the previous year. This tends to lessen the celebratory mood.
Fourth, the new years are arriving faster and faster.
Fifth, everyone realizes that the new year doesn't really begin until Opening Day; therefore, January 1st isn't that big of a deal.
Sixth, no matter where you are or who you're with: Happy New Year!!!
Midnight!? I can't even make it until 10PM anymore!
Posted by: Albert Smith | December 30, 2009 at 02:42 PM