So, 2008 is winding down, and it’s been quite the year. Alot of people around this time look to the future and make promises to themselves about changing something or achieving something in their life. That’s all good and well, but I’m thinking of the past. This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I started to think about how I’ve spent New Year’s Eve in the past. Here are the most memorable ones. Not necessarily the most PROUD ones, but certainly… memorable. 😉
One year, I remember vividly, I spent the night playing and beating Super Mario Bros. 3 while eating a whole bag of Doritos. I also remember getting a nosebleed while playing and not noticing until afterward when I saw that my hands, and my Nintendo controller, were covered in dried blood. But I didn’t care. Bowser, or as kids in the late 80’s, early 90’s called him: King Koopa, had been defeated by my hand. Clearly, my blood, sweat, and tears had been poured into the effort, as evidenced by my stained hands. And controller.
Another year, Neil and I spent New Year’s in World of Warcraft. We started the evening checking out the fireworks and revelry in Stormwind’s streets before taking the party to the somewhat quieter Booty Bay whereupon we sat on the highest point we could find in the pirate city before watching the fireworks. After that, we decided to get rip-roaring drunk (virtually), dress up in our tuxes (virtually), and proceed to fight any and every monster between Stranglethorn and Elwynn Forest with our fists (virtually). When back in Elwynn Forest we decided to use our Mechanical Greench pets from Christmas to battle one another, nearly killing each other in the process.
And then last year I saw fit to take an endurance test, of sorts: I watched all three Lord of the Rings movies back to back. But not the theatrical releases, oh my no. No, these were the far-longer-than-reasonable Extended editions. By the end of the last movie, as Frodo and Samwise were about to cast the ring into Mordor, the ball dropped and the new year was reigned in. I must say, watching those movies in a row like that and feeling utterly exhausted, much like those hobbits did, gave the ball drop that much more gravity. I had done it, I had arrived in 2008 and cast the vile ring into the volcano. Or at least, it felt like it.
What about you guys, do you have any strong memories of New Year’s Eve from years past?
