Why are Church services being held on New Year's Day?
This is lunacy!
Who's capable of real worship when they're so hung over and tired?
Never mind ... that's most people on Sunday mornings.
I really wouldn't care except that Johnny O is "preaching" at Bar Church this morning. His wife Judy O has already said she's not going. This is confusing as I think that Sarah and I are supposed to play in the band. Dedra will surely be there. I have no idea about Sean and Wen.
The last time I saw them was a few hours ago when Dedra slowed down to 35 Miles-per-hour and threw us out of her van in front of our house.
We had a good time though. We were in the band last night for the New Year's Eve celebration at Bernie's. Unlike the disastrous Christmas Eve concert ... last night we were pretty good. We did two sets and ended with "Free Bird". Cheryl stood and swayed with her Bic lighter.
Sarah looked incredibly hot as the lead singer. Sean is cool as always. Gordon had on a tuxedo. Johnny O was throwing drum sticks at people. Samuel Adams played lead and told the rest of us what God had told him to tell us. I danced and played guitar at the same time.
The place was packed! And they were happy, singing along and enjoying the music.
Of course they were also drunk. It could have been Alvin and the Chipmunks and they would have loved it.
Nevertheless, I am sitting here with a hot towel on my head, on the Beloved Back Deck with Goddess. It is almost seventy degrees, I'm wearing a UGA tee shirt and nothing else, bouncing around Face Book. The coffee can't go down fast enough.
Somehow I am scheduled today. How in the hell did that happen? First there is Johnny O at Bar Church. Then there is the Polar Bear Plunge at noon (ok to all of my dear friends who are freezing there asses right now, I need to say ... HA!). Then I think we obligated ourselves to return to the scenes of last night's crimes for leftovers though that part is fuzzy.
What I do know is that this year is already far better than last year.
Or the one before that ... and even the one before that!
I was talking to my kids the other day. All three of them expressed the same thought. "Hey Dad, we just want you to be happy."
They'd witnessed all of those years of me giving it all away. Helping the homeless and the rich who have screwed up kids ... playing the game with politicians who just take far more than they give ... kissing funder's asses and sharing camera time with the reporter who wanted the interview.
Anyway ... I told Jeremy, Kristen and Chelsea ... I'm very happy!
For the first time, in a long, long time.
I hope you are too.
Happy New Year!
