
About the time many of you will be toasting in the new year, kissing your sweetie, and talking loftily of resolutions to come, I will be in a room of about 200 poker players that barely notice it's passing. I have no regret; I agreed to work this evening so others could enjoy the festive night with their friends/family.
Personally, I like to think I have more at stake than a few flighty resolutions for this upcoming year, however my goals do require more work. Seven more months to pay down the debt, 30 days to finish the autobiography and send it in, 4 months to finish everything else and wait to see what the Capuchins say. Indeed, 2008 will be a year to remember - and its still 11 hours away.
For this new year, I think there's a more appropriate song for me than
Auld Lang Syne. I have nothing against it; I've stumbled drunkenly through the lyrics plenty of times before. I just happened to find a better Scottish song to ring in the new year.
I'll see everyone next year. Till then, I leave you all with
The Ramblin' Rover by Silly Wizard:There's sober men in plentyAnd drunkards barely twentyThere are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girlBut give me a Ramblin RoverFrae Orkney down to DoverWe will roam the country overAnd together we'll face the worldI've roamed through all the nationsTake delight in all creationAnd I've cried away sensationWhere the company did prove kindWhen parting was no pleasureI've drunk another measureTo the good friends that we treasureFor they always are in our mind.There's sober men in plentyAnd drunkards barely twentyThere are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girlBut give me a Ramblin RoverFrae Orkney down to DoverWe will roam the country overAnd together we'll face the world.There's many that feign enjoymentFrom merciless employmentTheir ambition was this deploymentFrom the minute they left the schoolAnd they save and scrape and ponderWhile the rest go out and squanderSee the world in roving wonderAnd they're happier as a ruleOh there's sober men in plentyAnd drunkards barely twentyThere are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girlBut give me a Ramblin RoverFrae Orkney down to DoverWe will roam the country overAnd together we'll face the worldIf you're bent with arthritisYour bowels have got colitisYou've galloping bollockitisAnd you're thinking it's time you diedIf you've been a man of actionThough you're lying there in tractionYou may gain some satisfactionThinking: "Jesus, at least I tried."There's sober men in plentyAnd drunkards barely twentyThere are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girlBut give me a Ramblin RoverFrae Orkney down to DoverWe will roam the country overAnd together we'll face the world.Cheers - To: "Facing The World."
-V