A New Year? Really?

It doesn't feel like a new year. Then again, I didn't do much to celebrate because (1) I still know very few people in the Sapulpa/Tulsa area, (2) my close friends are spread out all over the place, and (3) the cops around here were swarming looking for people who drink and drive. So, guess what I did? I went to the local bar, of course, then drove home. No worries. I was there from six in the evening until eight. Not long. The cops weren't really out in abundance yet. The few people there who "know" me (which means they know my name)--the three bartenders and a couple of other "regulars" (I'm not really all that regular, but I'm getting there)--were perplexed that I left so early, even though that's what I do just about every time I go out. One even said, "Stay! You might get laid," not that I really need to have sloppy, drunken sex with some beer-swilling woman who has hair that smells of Coors, jagged teeth and wears too much perfume--and afterwards greeted by an STD. But if warts--or something equally digusting--spelled "Happy New Year!" on my penis, then maybe I'd be okay with it. But I doubt it. So I went home. Note: Can the discerning reader determine that I don't think much of picking up women at a bar?

There wasn't much to do except drink some more, smoke on my porch, and watch the traffic. Sounds boring, doesn't it? It could have been worse. For instance, maybe I don't live on a busy road on which plenty of people get pulled over for speeding because it's one of the few through streets without a traffic light to get to the other side of town. But, you see, I do live on this kind of a street. And loads of cars were stopped. This doesn't make for Oscar-nominated entertainment, but when you're loaded, it's just dandy. So that was my new year, combined with watching a bit of OETA (PBS for those of you reading this who don't live in Oklahoma, which is every single one of you; thank you, one person for reading this). I must be old. I'm beginning to really like OETA. I watched musical performances dedicated to Ella Fitzgerald. (Hey! I said I'm getting OLD, not becoming GAY! Shut up! I studied jazz drumming when I was younger so just put a sock in it!) And then I watched an old rerun of Chicago and Earth, Wind, and Fire play together. That was awesome! Geez, if my life keeps going at this rate, I'll soon enjoy the Lawrence Welk Show. Gag!

Oh, I finally have electricity again. I can't express how relieving it is to have lights, a working fridge, a washer and dryer, a microwive, a boob tube, a beard trimmer, a CD player, a DVD player . . . I could go on and on. But really the 10 day hiatus from electricity wasn't all that bad. I think I might have been a touch calmer without the noise of all of these electrical things, but you take the good with the bad, right?

Bah! I'm already bored with writing this . . .