2007 Blows This Popcicle Stand

2007 went out uneventfully. I picked up a shift at a banquet event – purportedly THE party to be at in Minneapolis with 1500 guests. Only 300 or so showed up so it was mind-numbingly boring. Just busing cocktails for the Twin Cities’ pseudo-riche and playing a little game we liked to call, ‘What the fuck is she wearing?’

After midnight, it was a waiting game until the music cut out at 2 a.m. I went up to the third floor balcony and watched the designer dresses squirm on the dance floor. I spent the time trying to contemplate my life, even though the music was thumping beyond loud.

I don’t know what it is about the New Year that makes everyone feel like they need to turn over a new leaf, change, be better people. And what’s worse, people actually think its more possible than other times of the year. As if January will magically bestow everyone with resolve.

I cut a few inches off my hair a few days ago. Just wanted a change. When I told my sister, she said, “New Year, new hair, new you?” I threw up in my mouth a little when she said that. Partly because the prospect nauseated me but also because, yeah, that was in the back of my mind somewhere. Using the same voodoo magic of the January. If I take control and change my hair, I will be able to change other aspects of my life. Personally, I think people change when they want to change, despite the month or haircut. But maybe just the hope of change gives people an edge. Hope's not a bad thing right?