Welcome to the year of the dog

Another year gone and another one about to suck. Though this new year's eve I did attempt to be social. It was hit and miss to be sure. Along with just about everyone I work with I went into the country....and by this I mean, we drove twenty minutes from the subway and stayed in a campground....meaning a bunch of cabins up the street. No rustic fun here. Running water, cell phone reception, taxis five minutes away and a Norae Bang right there for your singing needs. Korea is never very country. But anyway there was plenty of drinking, some roast pig, some singing and some new people met. Oh boy. New people. It was an adequate evening all around, but I think the one thing I've realized is that I'm old. And I would have been just fine home by myself with a beer and a movie waiting for bed. Not that I was miserable out there or anything. Just that being like that holds less and less appeal for me. Wild and crazy is getting old. Saturday there was no girl. Nor many options. Most there were either already taken or not even under consideration. When it comes down to the fat chick with "drunk" before her name, well then there are no choices...2006 has come in like a lamb, with no resolutions and no attempts to shake things up or start over. Let's just hope it's not worse than last year.