Happy New Year

Finally, Christmas is over. All the music, all the sales and all the anxiety are over—no more bells, fake snow and mechanized reign deer. New Year is simply a much nicer holiday. There is no pressure to buy things, sing songs or fake devotion. All there is for New Year are finding a good party with good drinks and someone nice to kiss. That is pretty good. New Year is about romance, about expectations and hope. It is as if to celebrate the release from the obligations of the previous week, New Year indulges the individual. Just look at the food. Christmas is turkey and yam—big and bland. New Year is oysters and caviar—sensual and extravagant. You pass out on Christmas from the turkey but you get laid on New Year with the aid of champagne. Maybe I am not for god and family value here, but we humans created holidays to have fun, to break from the everyday; I can eat turkey and drink cheap wine everyday, but champagne and caviar? Well, that is a holiday.