Yes, it has taken me 24 months, but THIS is post 299.
And the first MPSIMS post of 2003. I think.
Okay, it’s still 2002 where I am, and I’ve been on the boards for several years and I’m just past 500 (to be fair, various crashes and updates have stolen some of my post numbers). However, I’m celebrating New Year’s with my usual traditions-- cheese and crackers appetizers with eggnog, a fine meal (organic steak, baked potato, brussel sprouts and asparagus), and then a bottle of champagne–enjoyed slowly so I have a glass left for midnight. However, this year, the bubbly is going down wonderfully, so I may have to break open a bottle of wine to insure that I can toast the New Year with my usual style. Translation–I’m getting drunk, so will begin to drink faster, so I need more alcohol at the ready.
Wait a minute, I’m empty. Time to go pour another glass. Anyone care to dance?
Daaahling! I’d love to, but I’m all the way on the other side of the country right now, visiting my mum in the Poconos. But here, open the window and I’ll blow you a kiss.
Happy new year!
WOW! If that’s a kiss from across the country–well, let’s just say we need another Portland DopeFest!
Right back atcha, Ferrous!
Everybody dance! It’s a happy time!
F_X
Whoo-wee!!! I rang in the new year with a small gathering of buddies watching Not Another Teen Movie, part of Pulp Fiction (only me and this other guy were Quentin Tarantino fellas) the Adult Swim and an episode or two of Andy Richter. And then, when the big moment arrived, we changed channels to the TV Guide Channel to watch the rollover. It was a Yanni commercial on too. We were kinda sad ‘cuz we didn’t want that bastard [sub]hiccup[/sub] Yanni ringin in the New Year with us. But luckily his commercial ended and I’m thinkin’ this… 10-10 commer…shulll kem on an started doin stuffff an that’s when it happened. In Ceshul Standerred Time it magically turned into tha yeaha two thousand annndd… tthreeee.
An thennn, I went huhome. I listened to the last broadcast of the Art Bell show. It was so full of self-congratulatory praise of ‘imself and summadat was from his “admirahs” too. I was kinda hopin he’d blow his brains out at the last minute, just to show to the world. How I hate him. But I fell asleep. Or, past out, as the case mighta been. Mebbe. And when I woke up in the morning, I meant to go jogging. But I didn’t. I slept in. Slept in, I says. And when I finally did crawl outta bed, oh say, round the time where the sun is more than directly ovahead ya sees, is my guess. I’m not sure exactly cuz I was inside. And the sun was outside. And there was no window open for me to see and judge the time. For you see, natural light hurt. So I didn’t want to be around it at least for a little while. Until the floor stopped spinnning, ah’ leeesht.