I doubt any of you will not be sober enough to read this, but I just wanted to say Happy New Years to all of my followers. I hope you had a good night filled with lots of alcohol and explosives followed by a day of rest filled with great college football games.
I celebrated New Years Eve with my brother and a couple of friends that we had over. We grilled steaks, shrimp, shish kabobs, and baked potatoes. We drank some expensive imported beers and mixed drinks and had a good time. I may or may not have gotten a little too drunk and said some offensive shit (which always happens when I drink).
Since my kids were at their grandparents still, we did not buy any explosives to set off. You see most years I go Clark Griswald over board and buy a ton shit to blow up (ie fireworks). Normally the kids and I go to a part of town where it is deserted and fireworks are allowed. And we proceed to blow shit up and the night does not end until one of us either burns ourselves or we run out of fireworks. I guess I will have to wait until next New Years Eve to do some fireworks with the kids.
My love affair with explosives started when I was a pot smoking junior high kid. We used to buy hundreds of dollars of fireworks and have a fireworks war. I would take a poster tube (back in the 80’s when you bought a poster it came in a poster tube-shows how old I am) and super glue a bike handle bar grip to it and I had an instant bazooka. So I would take a bottle rocket, light the fuse, and drop it in the tube, and aim it at my favorite friends. Needless to say we used to have a lot of fun injuring ourselves with poster tube bazookas and roman candles. We were doing shit that was crazy like the cast of Jackass did before Jackass came about.
I also don’t do New Year’s resolutions. I mean it all starts out innocently enough with hopes of doing something and then before you know it is MLK day and you have already fucked up. So what’s the point in doing them in the first place you know. Oh well.
So enjoy your Saturday, nurse your hang over by drinking more of the dog that bite you last night, eat some food, and watch football. Because that is exactly what I will be doing all day, and then some by watching college football. My favorite team Penn State is playing Florida, so hopefully they will kick their ass and make me happy while I am hung-over on the couch in my boxers (I seem to do that a lot lately).
So Happy New Years all of you readers of Oilfield Trash.