I don’t watch the big ball fall.

I get up early in the morning…and go to sleep kind of early at night.

I am a party machine.

Last night, my wife said, “Why don’t you try and stay up this year? It’s only an hour and a half away….why don’t you stay up to see the ball drop?”

At 11:56 I was watching Carson Daly and all these snarky people sit on a couch and make comments about different things to help me ring in the New Year.

At 12:03, I woke up and said, “What happened?”

Isn’t how we ring in the New Year supposed to affect how the rest of our year goes?  Doesn’t our celebration set the tone for the rest of the year?  It’s a transition that we celebrate.

Party on!!!

So my New Years celebration ended with the question, “What happened?”.

I suppose that it really was kind of a seamless transition…to begin the year with the same sense of wondrous confusion as I ended the last year with makes sense.

Stay the course…even if you don’t understand it.

I don’t think that the giant beer I had at the Mexican restaurant helped me stay awake.

(I think those giant beers are kind of like the old movie “The Sword in the Stone”.  If you can’t lift it off the table, you shouldn’t be drinking it. They’re heavy…at least 32 oz. I don’t know that being able to pick up a giant beer has anything to do with being pure of heart or anything…but it is kind of a test to see if you should attempt it…if you can lift it, you can drink it.  New food rule…don’t eat anything bigger than your head…and if you can lift it, you can drink it…….             Maybe that’s why they invented straws?)

I should have planned ahead…thought things out.

People don’t seem to party as hard with a big pot of coffee, though….maybe they party faster, but they don’t party harder.

At least they stay awake until 12:01.

Apparently, this is what I missed.

You know, though?  Except for falling asleep in the special moment that the New Year actually arrived, my celebration was pretty similar to this….the fireworks, confetti…people yelling…loud Frank Sinatra music.

The “Gundam style” dude wasn’t there….I know that part was different.

Who am I kidding?  I fell asleep on the couch while I tried to watch other people have fun. I couldn’t even hang with my family when all I had to do was watch other people have fun from my sedentary perch on our couch.

I slept in the New Year.

Somewhere, there’s a support group for people like me.

I do that kind of thing all the time. I fall asleep.

Now, I do get up before everyone else.  Every day I get up and write this stuff…and then make my sandwich and pack a banana for my lunch out on the mail route….drink a lot of coffee “in process”…and then go to work.

I’m consistent like that, too.

Maybe that’s a New Year’s resolution that I can begin this morning…to try and be a little more spontaneous in the coming year.

This is the year of the MAVERICK MAILMAN…unfettered and free of consistency.

I may even switch from peanut butter to salami.  If I want to.

It’s a new year!! It’s a new life!!




What?  What just happened?!!! Oh…Oh,yeah….oh, yeah…


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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