Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne
-- Robert Burns "Auld Lang Syne" 1788
So, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. The night every year where a bunch of people who kinda know each other force themselves to make up for a year's worth of ignoring each other with one night's worth of revelry and rabble rousing.
I. Don't. Get it.
There's nothing quite like going out to the local bar/saloon/public house/dive/hole in the wall/watering hole and relaxing with some friends, some beer (or whiskey, as your preference may be) and some good, comfortable music. In fact, on the list of things I'd rather be doing than working, this activity falls somewhere between writing a blog and having an adventure in the sea with my imaginary dragon best friend. Sure, you could gather with friends at their house and replicate most of what happens at a bar, but you can't account for the magical things that happen when you're forced to cohabitate with inebriated perfect strangers in an enclosed environment.
My 8 5 Simple Rules For Drinking Your Face Off after the jump.
So, I figured I'd kick off this blog with the end. The Ultimate End. Pictured above are just a few of the pamphlets I leafed through at work today while trying to find anything to do but work.
Everyone from the Mayans to Darren Daulton has made claims to when this crazy, mixed up world is gonna stop. And while the generally agreed upon consensus has been 2012 (right, John Cusack?), Dr. Harold Camping and his wacky band of mixed up misfits are saying it will be May 21, 2011. Perhaps you've seen one of their doomsday billboards on your travels. The handsome face of this movement after the jump.
