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2011

I wonder how long it will take for me to stop writing 2010 on invitations, releases, and checks (yes, I still use them for some things).  Last year I was really good at not writing 2009 - for about two weeks.  Then for some reason in the middle of January I couldn't for the life of me say, think, write or type 2010.  That was my first clue.

End of March was clue No. 2.  I was supposed to meet a friend and he didn't show.  Typical.  I haven't seen him in years.  Each time he swears the next time we'll get together.

There were other clues that I conveniently didn't notice.  Being a blonde is sometimes not a stereotype.

I'm not saying 2010 sucked donkey spit, but it sure didn't smell like roses.  Nothing of note really, nothing to say, 20 years from now, "Hey, remember in 2010 when ..."

Here's hoping there's something in 2011 that will spark a good memory in 20 years.

Comments

Super P said…
what about the cute little man who unlocked the adjoining suite at Ceasars at 11pm at night? Thats a pretty good memory for me at least ;)

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