And I’m not gonna wait 365 more days for it to come around again, as I’m not a religious/racial/cultural/ethnic minority that celebrates a different new year.
The crowd I ran with tonight was awesome, but not one that I could announce to “Yo, I have this goal to get kissed at midnight.” It just wouldn’t fly with them. And my friend Raisa left two hours early, for some reason. Ostensibly to avoid drunks. I did get a little peck on the cheek, but it was several minutes off of midnight, given grudgingly, and given passionlessly. So I’m not counting it.



