Ten Years Ago / Ten Years From Now
Ten Years Ago:
We went to a crazy new year's eve party at some random Bishop McNamara person's house and played foosball and drank girlie drinks. Seaves and I got dressed up (I wore a horrible silk Chinese dragon shirt that was *awesome* in theory...Seaves looked goooood). My favorite picture from that night is of Ann Croft playing foosball and in the picture she is right in the middle of an [expletive deleted] after losing a point or something. Andy Brenner was on high alert because of Y2K (see also: "non events") and actually had to go in to work around 2:30 or so because somebody's website displayed the wrong date or something stupid. I thought about digging through my photo albums and scanning in the pictures from that night, but they're all in boxes in the attic, having been cleaned out of the library in anticipation of it becoming the nursery. So, you'll have to wait to see the awesomeness that is that dragon shirt.
Ten Years From Now:
I'll be 45 years old, if I'm lucky. I'll have a 13 year old and a 9 year old. I will live someplace else. I will have a different job. It's likely that I'll have a Ph.D. (or at least be well on the way towards getting one). I won't know some of you then. Some of you I'll know better. Hopefully, I'll know myself better. Holy shit, I'll be fortyfuckingfive years old. That's *most* of the way through my forties and practically fifty. Maybe I'll have run another marathon or two (I hope so). Maybe I'll still play the guitar and sing (hopefully with a 13 year old drummer and a 9 year old bassist, and just maybe a 45 year old backup singer--seriously, we can make this happen!). The world will have changed again by then. Some things will always change, and some things will always remain the same.
Happy New Year to you and yours. May 2010 bring you all of the joy, hope, happiness, laughter, love, and friendship that you desire. May your heart be full, your mind be engaged, and your friends never far away.
Cheers.
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We went to a crazy new year's eve party at some random Bishop McNamara person's house and played foosball and drank girlie drinks. Seaves and I got dressed up (I wore a horrible silk Chinese dragon shirt that was *awesome* in theory...Seaves looked goooood). My favorite picture from that night is of Ann Croft playing foosball and in the picture she is right in the middle of an [expletive deleted] after losing a point or something. Andy Brenner was on high alert because of Y2K (see also: "non events") and actually had to go in to work around 2:30 or so because somebody's website displayed the wrong date or something stupid. I thought about digging through my photo albums and scanning in the pictures from that night, but they're all in boxes in the attic, having been cleaned out of the library in anticipation of it becoming the nursery. So, you'll have to wait to see the awesomeness that is that dragon shirt.
Ten Years From Now:
I'll be 45 years old, if I'm lucky. I'll have a 13 year old and a 9 year old. I will live someplace else. I will have a different job. It's likely that I'll have a Ph.D. (or at least be well on the way towards getting one). I won't know some of you then. Some of you I'll know better. Hopefully, I'll know myself better. Holy shit, I'll be fortyfuckingfive years old. That's *most* of the way through my forties and practically fifty. Maybe I'll have run another marathon or two (I hope so). Maybe I'll still play the guitar and sing (hopefully with a 13 year old drummer and a 9 year old bassist, and just maybe a 45 year old backup singer--seriously, we can make this happen!). The world will have changed again by then. Some things will always change, and some things will always remain the same.
Happy New Year to you and yours. May 2010 bring you all of the joy, hope, happiness, laughter, love, and friendship that you desire. May your heart be full, your mind be engaged, and your friends never far away.
Cheers.
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