New Years Eve?

I am relieved. 2008 is soon to be history and 2009, which under a better case scenario should be 2010, maybe even 2011 is staying with us for a full year. Yes, 365 days, almost.

Now what I'm thinking and pretty much always thought, seeing that my brain thinks that way, is: Does that one millisecond that the year changes make that much difference? Am I really marketed and brainwashed in a way that I have to drop 200 singles to wait in the freezing cold in the VIP line? Cause there's the "I'm poor" VIP ticket with no further prefix, there's Gold VIP ticket, where u get an extra Solo cup on your wobbly IKEA table, the "don't wait in line but you have to drop 2 gees" Platinum VIP ticket and so on; You catch my drift; chief?

Now don't get me wrong, I like to spend money but i'd rather be on a yacht in Monaco celebrating the new year with my best friends...and by best friends I mean perfect 10 models on top of my real best friends while I sip on my champagne (Sampan^@) wearing my captain cap.

What I don't want to do is be in New York City, packed like a sardine with all the other idiots that think they're VIP's. Walking towards the bar I have to maneuver around the freshly released gas, the bud light puddles on the ground the bows in the air while at the same time trying not to get my iphone or dignity stolen. And all that because I didnt buy that Platinum VIP ticket. Now excuse me while I grab a drink from the "premium" open bar; and by "premium" I mean Popov Vodka poured into a Gray Goose Bottle. Class, Class, Class.