Welcome to the last year of your lives!
Not really. I don't subscribe to the "2012 is the end of the world" news feed...mostly because it's just utter bullshit but also because I'm not a nihilist...much.
Sure. I'll digress for a minute. The Mayans didn't actually mean "end of the world." What they actually said was "end of a cycle." December 21, 2012 will be the first time in 26,000 years that the sun is aligned with the center of the milky way. That's a cycle. That's all. :) Also, the Mayan calender, the Julian calendar, and the Greek calendar are all off by a certain number of years. Our 2012, for example, could be anywhere between 10-18 years in discrepancy. It could actually be 2022 RIGHT NOW. We'll never know. And that's why so is mankind. Brings a whole new meaning to "time is a perspective." So their end of the world being in 2012 could really be 2022, 2030, 2002, or 1994. Thanks ancestors for effing up our calendars. But it wouldn't make any difference anyway because they didn't mean "end of the world." They meant "end of a cycle." And that's this year. I think the moral of the story is to not put much stock in to shit some guy said thousands of years before modern science. Just because they're old doesn't mean they know everything. I mean, the earth isn't actually flat, for example.
/digression.
So what did I do with my NYE you ask? I pretended like I was 22 and went to a house party in Ballard of course! If you're going to house party it up like you're still in college it must be done in Ballard: the heart of childish partying, hippydom and excess. Problem is, none of our 3 ordered taxis ever showed up so, at about 2 AM we started walking. Unfortunately, we didn't realize we were walking the wrong direction so, about an hour later we found ourselves somewhere near Fremont (I think, perhaps, here). My feet (inside of my heeled boots) were killing me, and I was growing impatient. Thank God it wasn't like that time I got too drunk in Pioneer Square, convinced myself we were never finding our hotel and we were going to die there, and laid down and ROLLED down the street. Literally. In a dress. Rolled. Crying.
We finally hailed an empty taxi (impressive for NYE) and made it home sometime between 3-4 AM.
All in all a good night.
I didn't get a picture of myself, as I was too busy drinking heavily from a tippy cup I had bought for the occasion (no reloading!) but I did get this girl (if it's any indication of the good times had):
Sunday? Breakfast and then napping. all. day.
Sunday night? Going away party.
Monday? First run of the year and it was effing fantastic. I got to break in my new Brooks which thoroughly kick ass. Did just over 3 miles. I know...weeny. But it's the first outdoor run I've done all winter. Can't wait for more sunlight so I can get out more.
Picture at the crest of my run:
So what's 2012 look like for me? Well, I'm not drinking in January. I think I need a break from the debauchery. No resolutions other than that. I already work out. I already have an awesome job. And I already love my city. I do have a goal this year but I already had it so it's not a resolution. And I can't talk about it yet. Don't you love it when I say pointless shit with no obvious meaning? Yeah. Me too.
Welcome to 2012 everyone!
You crack me up, sissy.
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