Monday, December 28, 2009

Setting sail on the Bluenose

What up, 2009? Why have you been the banner year for the grim reaper? Holy celeb deaths galore: Natasha Richardson, Ed McMahon, David Carradine, Bea Arthur, Estelle Getty, Farrah Fawcett, Patrick Swayze, Michael Jackson and Brittany Murphy. Need I go on? Compared to 2008's death list (read: Heath Ledger) you'd think Mr. Reaper was one of the few companies not affected by the recession and had more hired help.

On a personal level, 2009 was a rough year for some dear friendlies of mine, filled with heartache, heart break, mistakes and outtakes. And I had such high hopes for 2009. The motto was supposed to be, "2009: looking fine." Instead it turned into, "2009: pass the wine."

Well, I suppose you know what "they" say. With so much death, there's bound to be lots of rebirth. Here's to hoping that the birth canal of 2010 will be a relatively painless and colourful one.

Things are already starting to look up as 2009 winds down and 2010 is lacing up its runners, getting ready to receive the baton.

There's something in the air. And it smells like cinnamon hearts. I have friends who are getting lovey dovey, going back to school, getting married, buying property and moving cities and having babies. Big changes are coming. Ginormous things are happening. Get ready.

And yo, 2010? Listen up, kiddo -- I hope you don't mind that Matt has so fondly dubbed you "The Dime" -- but I'd really appreciate if you could send some love to my friends who need it. Just a little wink or a high five should do it, maybe a fist or elbow bump for the H1N1-wary. Thanks. We good. We solid.

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