How are you ringing in the New Year tonight?
It has already been rung.
In the minutes before New Year’s, I got in a fight with a crippled man. I am sure that he does not want to be called a “crippled man”, but that is what he was. And he was an ass. While I am certain he would never want to be called “crippled”, I am more certain that being crippled does not give you the right to treat poor girls who just want to go home like shit, and it most definitely does not mean you get free parking.
But I did not slash his tires, and I did not let him get towed, both things which are odd for me, so that is something. Of course I waited until he had already wheeled himself out of the parking lot to make both of these decisions….so that is much more like me….phew.
New Year’s was rung in the company of many people I love. Twirling and the best Wagon Wheel sing-a-long ever will be my first memory of this year. And for that, and for all of them, I am incredibly thankful. If there is one thing I have learned over the past year, it is that my friends are incredibly important to me. More important than mountains and western winds.
I hope that you all had just as lovely a New Year’s Eve….cripple fights and all.
