Rick and I decided to stay home and have a 1929 inspired New Year’s Eve.
Basically, sit on the couch and spend zero dollars.
Dude, not spending money is so damn boring.
But with a myriad of New Year’s Eve shows to choose from, including a live performance by the Jonas Brothers, things started to really liven up.
Oh wait, no… that’s not what happened.
Here we go.
While Rick was folding laundry, I did my part by watching TV. I loved the hilarious and brilliant Kathy Griffin co-hosting with Anderson Cooper on CNN. But NOTHING surpassed the Scope Kiss Cam on ABC.
Dear Head Honchos over at ABC,
Yes, a kiss at midnight is a New Year’s Eve tradition.
And yes, it’s totally hot to watch beautiful celebrities make-out in some steamy movie.
It is, however, completely gross and vomit inducing to watch random people shove their tongues down each others throats while wearing big arse parkas and giant, electric blue Nivea hats in Times Square.
A Faithful Viewer (IF you promise to make “Grey’s Anatomy” good again or at the very least fix Meredith’s hair)
And I did feel sorry for some of the TV reporters who could barely speak because their lips were so cold and frozen in the 0 degree weather. But then they kept using dumb words and phrases that no normal person every utters like, “revelers” and “closed to vehicular traffic.”
And to think I wasted my pity on them.
Of course, these were my favorite little New Year’s girls.
But now that the holidays are over, I will miss having an easy, light way to wrap up emails. You know… “Happy Thanksgiving,” “Happy Holidays,” or “Wishing you a wonderful new year!”
I mean, what am I suppose to write now?
“Despite the frigid cold and dreary winter days, hope your January doesn’t make you want to curl up in a ball and cry while gripping a bottle of Mad Dog.”
Yeah, I guess that could work.