{"id":129,"date":"2008-12-31T11:50:02","date_gmt":"2008-12-31T18:50:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/melinakantor.com\/?p=129"},"modified":"2010-01-19T13:04:56","modified_gmt":"2010-01-19T20:04:56","slug":"happy-new-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melinakantor.com\/?p=129","title":{"rendered":"Happy New Year!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hey, it’s the Sylvester already. Whatever.<\/em><\/span><\/h2>\n

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Maybe I’m having a case of “sour grapes” syndrome. Then again, maybe I’m just exhausted. And getting old. Allow me to explain.<\/p>\n

A few years ago, back when I had more of a life (at least compared to now), I got an invitation to a New Year’s Eve party that read, “Bye 2006! Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out!” That’s right. My people and I didn’t think 2006 was all that.<\/em><\/p>\n

You know what? I was going to say that about 2008. Which is funny, because when I was a kid I used to mourn the loss of the year and get all nostalgic while I drowned my sorrows in sparkling cider. But then I thought about it and realized something.<\/p>\n

This year, I really don’t care.<\/p>\n

You know what? It’s snowing. I spent Monday and Tuesday at work unpacking a $10,000 LEGO order<\/a>. My dog kept me up two nights in a row. My vacation is almost over. I’m in my sweats, and until I go out and buy my sparkling cider, they’re not coming off. (Wait, that sounds wrong, but you get the picture. I hope.)<\/p>\n

Last week I told my mother that I was neither hip nor up-and-coming (as opposed to say, the Meat Packing District and Brooklyn Heights). Case in point:\u00a0I don’t have any plans tonight, other than watching a movie until 11:55, at which point I’ll get ready to watch the ball drop.<\/p>\n

All I know is that this version of the new year doesn’t require two full days in the synagogue, hours of cooking, or family gatherings. Thank goodness.<\/p>\n

So I’m looking forward to a peaceful evening. No plans! Yay! Sour grapes? Maybe, but I don’t care.<\/p>\n

Who needs Times Square for a Rockin’ Eve? Just come to Chez Mel.<\/p>\n

Oh, I almost forgot to bring up Sylvester. I’m sure you’re dying of curiosity. For some reason, Israelis refer to the evening of December 31 as The Sylvester. Nobody seems to be sure why. But in Israel, it’s not much of a holiday anyway.<\/p>\n

Sour grapes aside, I do hope 2009 is a huge improvement over 2008. I wish all of you a year of health, happiness, and peace.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, good-bye 2008. It’s been lovely, but please, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.<\/p>\n

Cheers!<\/p>\n

P.S. Take my poll! Just try not to make me feel like too much of a loser, okay? Thanks. But first, here’s a little New Year’s video for you.<\/p>\n

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