My mom always told me, "What you do on the first day of new year; you will do for the rest of the year". I can't help but play into the superstition. Luckily, I have two chances to get it right: the first of the year based on the Gregorian calendar, and the moon phases on the Lunar calendar. I usually spend the first of the year terribly hungover and with the desire to just die. The latter New Year is spent trying to do everything I want to do in the new year [i.e spend time with family and loved ones, clean, exercise, eat correctly, spend little money, say kind words, etc].
This year was a little different. I have never had to work on New Year's Eve before, but decided to do so to prevent myself from spending money and wanting to die on a somewhat trivial celebration. Instead, I witnessed the degenerates of Dallas [as I like to call them] break glasses, dance on tables, pass out, basically do as they please but probably wouldn't do in their own home. Don't get me wrong, some of the guests are very nice and respectful, but they are overshadowed by the DODs. We, the staff, usually recount our stories at the end of the night, and they would be considered unbelievable to others. Instead of going back into 2009 and it's debauchery, I will begin to tell of the new antics of 2010. So Happy New Year and have a great day off while I am serving the degenerates.
