If there’s one thing that I never understood about New Year’s Eve, besides what the actual lyrics are to Auld Lang Syne, was the need to go to a bar for that evening.  Even in my prime drinking years right out of college, I never saw the allure of paying a ridiculous cover charge just to go to a bar that is overcrowded and overpriced simply for the sake of being out that night.  We always spent it either with friends at our place or with friends at their houses/apartments and it was always a blast.  Plus we had the added bonus of having elbow room and we generally didn’t have to wait to go to the bathroom unless someone was puking.

The other reason it’s good not to be out on a holiday is all the drunk drivers out there.  I’ve always been paranoid of driving on holiday nights due to the high likelihood someone with a blood alcohol level that matches Guns N Roses in the late 80s is behind a wheel, just waiting to take me to my maker.

On a more somber note, it looks as though Saddam Hussein will be hanged this weekend.  My only concern is that we will have a terrorist attack occur on our soil in retribution.  I sure hope my intuition is wrong on this one.

And finally, I don’t expect anyone to feel sorry for me, but my Chicago Bears playoff tickets came in the mail yesterday.  I took a picture before I mailed them to the people who bought them, including the NFC Championship game.  It’s such a tease to have them in my hand, only to give them up, but I just can’t get up there those weekends.  Soldier Field should be rockin’ in January.  And for all you Packers fans, the Chicago Sun-Times reported this week that an anagram for “Brett Favre” is “beer tv fart”.