How I Spend My New Years

I thought I was going to have some really rad shyt to post about my rockin’ New Year’s shenanegans but I don’t. I thought I was going to put that ball droppin’ celebration in Time Square to shame with my acts of bad ass-ery but the only thing that I did worth mentioning was use my Twitter and buy some beers from some dude named Cuco’s ice chest. I also gave some man that looked like a burn victim all my change. I have a lot of change in my bag. He totally scored.

This is what I did:

I watched Mark get a flat tire. I think this was number four for the day. He obviously upset the Bike Gods. My guess is that he didn’t offer to them enough blood and skin on the asphalt this year. That can’t be true. He’s been hit by plenty of cars and got door’d once.

This is after we had to depart our group ride from the Wolf Pack. We are sitting on the Subway (can you tell?) Thank goodness the ride was free. The picture is blurry and sideways. I am too inept at life to change it.

Prior to Mark pointing at his tire, there was a count down to the New Year over the loud speakers. The man that was doing the ol’ 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 bit sounded like he quit life a long time ago. ‘Twas a very dismal and sad voice that loomed over-head. The loud speakers even played the time honored “Auid Land Sein” or however the F that song is spelled.

Hopefully this isn’t some precursor to the theme of the new year. I guess it will make for more interesting happenings. I think I would be bored if the unordinary didn’t happen.

Here’s to and interesting ’08. According to the Aztec or Mayan calendar (at this point I don’t think it matters), we only have about 4 years left. Let’s make ’em count.