Good morning and Happy New Year from Famous Overpriced Coffee Shop, where at the moment the only other non-apron wearing occupant besides me is the mother of one of the baristas, come to take her to urgent care to have her ankle x-rayed as soon as a replacement shows up. Yep. My coffee was served by a barista on crutches. She twisted her ankle on the dance floor last night, an hour before midnight. She hadn’t even had anything to drink yet. Well, half a cocktail. But she wishes she had been under the influence. Maybe she’d have been more relaxed and her ankle more flexible. Oh well, she says, at least in the half hour before she got hurt she had the most fun she’d had in a long time.
Here’s wishing you all a year full of half hours like that, minus, of course, the morning after trip to urgent care.
Happy new year, Lance
Posted by: mac macgillicuddy | Sunday, January 01, 2012 at 08:34 AM
Happy New Years, may your worst day in 2012 be better than your best day in 2011. So, I guess my message is - always tell your kids, and your wife that you love them, always pet your dog when you can, always give your family, friends and neighbors the benefit of the doubt, try everything new that you can and repeat everything you love as often and long as you can. Don’t do what others think you should do, do what makes you whole, and follow your bliss.
Live, laugh and charge up your credit cards because the Mayans have this one down as a year to end all years. It will be over before you know it.
Posted by: Earl Bockenfeld | Sunday, January 01, 2012 at 12:56 PM