Thanks for a sharing this hockey year with me, dear readers.
Enjoy the evening, and don’t think twice about whether you’re lame or cool, pretty or fugly, kissed or unkissed tonight. These things don’t matter, and even if they did, cool and attractive are seriously overrated, and frankly, the kissing ritual at midnight is silly. And, I promise you, even if you’re a crankypants troll, there is someone out there who would love to kiss you if they had half a chance. You can trust me on this because I’m old. I know these things.
New Years Eve is about embracing the future. That’s all it is. You can do it from Times Square, and you can do it from your couch. Either way, there’s a Sabres game tomorrow, so I’ll see you soon. :)
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, Katebits! :)
Happy New Year, Katebits!
Happy New Year Phil and Shelby!
Happy New Year from San Jose, Katebits! And thanks for turning me into a part-time Sabres fan. (The team picking up Mike Grier didn’t hurt either.) And now, whenever someone looks confused when I refer to ‘Crunchy’ I can refer them to you. Let’s Go Buff-a-lo! (Sadly, my Sharkies have no cool chant.)
There’s a kissing ritual at midnight on New Year’s? I’ve never heard of this.
But then, I’m pretty obviously a crankypants troll…