Believe it or not, I managed to stay awake until midnight last night to watch the ball drop in Times Square.
Okay, to be honest, I was morbidly curious to watch if there would be any sort of attack on the revelers in New York City. Thankfully, there was not.
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| Which is really good, because New York City is going to have enough problems as it is. |
I also stared out of my front door at midnight on December 31st, 1999, to see if Y2K would destroy civilization.
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| Mind you, this is for entertainment purposes only, as it's not a picture of me. But, it's pretty damn close. |
Also, thankfully, it did not.
The evening went by pretty uneventfully. I was asleep before Chicago brought in the new year, amid much celebratory gunfire.
As opposed to "regular" gunfire. Or "Saturday night."
But, I must admit to harboring a pet peeve, though, albeit small and inconsequential in an old man's "get off my lawn!" kind of way.
Ryan Seacrist spoke of welcoming the year "Two Thousand Twenty-Six."
Please, for the love of God, can't we just call it "Twenty Twenty-Six"????
I could see using "Two Thousand" from, uh, 2000 to 2010, but we're well past when we should use "Twenty."
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| "NOW GET OFF MY LAWN!!!" |
