As Yogi Berra once said: “It’s deja vue all over again.”
New Year’s Eve was a typical celebration in the DelBloggolo household. We dreaded the fact that we had to stay up until midnight, and the champagne was cheap, since we don’t care for it and only drink half a bottle of the stuff.
TLW (The Little Woman) trained all evening for the big event by resting and napping on her easy chair rocker/recliner, and I drifted off from time to time but managed to watch two different versions of the Producers, one with Larry David and Mel Brooks, and one with Mel Brooks’ Mathew Broderick and Nathan Lane (the movie version), plus a really good movie that starred Diane Keaston about a family that meets two sisters during a Christmas holiday.
In the 35 years that we are married, I think we went out only four times. Three times to a Chinese restaurant in Oakdale and one to a fancy party with party hats, a band and lots of food and booze, the later occurring about 18 years ago.
As one gets older, New Years Eve becomes more and more of a burden, fighting sleep and clock watching, it becomes the longest night of the year. I think they should retire Dick Clark; it is I feel sad that they exploit his stroke, and terrible that he has to sound unlike the way we all loved him. But what infuriates me is the patronizing that occurs with the likes of Brian Seacrest as he tells Dick Clark what an “honor” it is to work with him.
For myself, I wish all of you a Happy New Year, and don’t forget to read, I promise to be a little livelier next time.
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