New Years, New Beginnings

Today marks the first day of “the year of the RABBIT” and I for one am relieved.

The western New Year wasn’t exactly joyous or fun for me, nor did it feel like I was starting the new year off right.  Then the month of January continued to slowly destroy my soul one snowy, icy day at a time.  But I am hopeful that not all is lost.  I think it’s time to shed western tradition and replace it with the Chinese New Year.  I mean, they’ve been around a lot longer, so maybe they know what they’re talking about.

Plus this gives me a second chance to start the year off right.

So what am I doing exactly in order to ensure that I’m starting the new year off right?  Well, I’m glad you asked.  I will be leaving work early to grab a drink with my friend, then we will be attending an art exhibit where we will be met by some other friends and a cute boy that seems interested in hanging out with me, followed by dinner.  Okay so it’s not a roller skating disco party, but it’s a big effort for a mid-week cold and bitter evening in Manhattan. 

But how to look cute and sexy in the middle of winter post-ice storm?  After trying on many different outfits, I resolved to just suck it up and continue to look like a homeless person with my big puffy jacket, un-matching hat and scarf, and 3 million layers.  I did draw the line at rain boots.  I am wearing my grown-up boots today.  My very slippery, useless-against-the cold, purely decorative grown-up boots.

And will probably slip and fall on the ice and break my arm in a vain attempt to look like a not-homeless person vaguely resembling a female.