Racking Up the New Year
Now that I’m working my ass off and earning a meager paycheck, short vacations like Christmas and New Year’s are depressingly exciting. For all you f*cks that have a five-week winter break like my younger brother who has foolishly decided to take his talents to Canton, New York…. well, keep living the dream.
Again, I’m off topic. What was I saying — something about New Year’s? Ah, yes, New Year’s. I’m especially excited for this New Year’s because I will be getting out of this jungle and heading to my home in the North Country. That’s Vermont for you lay people out there. I’ll be meeting up with a few old college Bros and doing a tour of the local watering holes on New Year’s Eve. While that doesn’t sound like the most exciting thing you’ve ever done, I’ve realized that when you grow up you start to appreciate all types of chaying — even if it’s low key and just four dudes blacking out on my pops’ gold card. (Thanks for taking the hit again, pops).
New Year’s is just another excuse for my post-graduate ass to get out and make an absolute idiot out of myself without my girlfriend, my parents, or my landlord telling me that I’ve had too much to drink again and that I need to stop pissing in the flowerbed outside the apartment building. Well, joke’s on them, because it’s December and those flowers have been dead for months.
If any of you Bros are making their ways out of the city this weekend and might be passing through the Green Mountain State, I’ll show you a good time. Cherish this next semester, all you seniors, and remember… 35 no’s does not mean yes. I’m back.