FOR THE FIRST time in years, I didn't have a gig on New Year's Eve. Sheryl and I thought about going out to a party and a few bars. But at 9 p.m. I looked at her and said, "You don't mind if we stay at home, do you?"
"Sounds good to me," she said.
kinda botched it up, not that I was really paying attention.
Then I went to bed. At midnight I awoke to the sounds of fireworks and Tucker frantically bouncing around the house, and I thought, "What kinds of idiots shoot off fireworks at midnight?" Then I thought, "You live in the Hood, Holmes. It's all good."
So that was my New Year's Eve. You know what? It was fine, and I didn't wake up run over by the rock and roll truck.
I'm either getting smarter or older, or both. Nah .... just older.