Everyone have a good New Year's Eve and make it home safe.
The wife has tricked me into attending not one but two parties.
Hopefully she is even now preparing to cater to my voluminous morning-after needs,training at a snowy mountaintop dojo under the watchful eye of a sensei with a wispy white beard that brushes the floor and a liberal hand with his walking stick/quarterstaff.
Following my hoarsely whispered commands to the letter while I lie prostrate in the semi-darkness*, soothing my self-inflicted mental wounds with the coloful visual balm of Bowl Games is no task for the unprepared, undertrained or faint of heart.
*think Fat Brando in his caftan from the Apocalypse Now outtakes.