Old And Eyes

Twenty-seven years ago tonight I was single and in Times Square with a girlfriend, drinking a beer in a paper bag that we got at Howard Johnson. And I could see the enormous crowd and the insanely bright and colorful lights of the famous locale. A Bucket List moment long before we thought of putting our life goals into a bucket. (A bucket. Really?)

Tonight I am married more than 20 years and in my living room with my husband, drinking coffee in a Christmas mug to stay awake. And I can't see the broadcast very well and what I can see is black and white.

New Year's Eve 1989.

New Year's Eve 2015.

That's a lot of life between the two.

But the most important year is about to introduce itself. I sure hope I make a good first impression. I want us to he friends. Good friends. Best friends.