What a crazy
year 2016 was for the world, what with all those celebrity deaths and that
travesty of an election. For me? Not so much. But that is OK. I will take quiet
and boring over crazy and uncontrolled any day.
Not that 2016 was without its moments:
For once, I
did a lot of touristy things, like seeing a Beatles’ tribute band, going on the
High Roller, playing at Top Golf, and eating at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant.
Had another awesome, alcohol-soaked free night out on the Strip, again with the same co-worker from last year’s bacchanal.
Finally got
the CPAP equipment (not that I can see any effects it is having, apart from the
occasional dream that I am in a wind tunnel with Darth Vader).
Was away from
Sammy for the longest time ever – two-and-a-half days. Not that he cared.
Gained six pounds.
Saw one movie
in the theater.
Kept my faux-virginity
intact (four-and-a-half years now!).
Voted for the
first time.
Nearly served
jury duty for the first time. Boy, is that ever a story - it was very recent
and caused a lot of emotional trauma that I am not quite ready to process just
yet but when and if I am, you will read about it here.
Put 1,662
miles on my car. No seriously, I did:
On Sammy’s
life, these are genuine pictures of my car’s mileage, taken on January 1, 2016
and December 31, 2016 respectively. Most people I know drive that much in a
month. Told you I hated driving.
Happy new year!
