Au revoir, 2004
There are years that end standing on 45th and Broadway, wrapped up to the nostrils in scarves and down to the earlobes in hats, watching people watch other people watch the ball drop...
There are years that end in small Massachusetts cities, hearing Dar Williams and the Nields play and then standing with friends in the town square watching the ball drop from the tower of City Hall and then getting an ice cream cone together...
There are years that end in unhappy dinners after you've mentioned moving back to California one too many times...
There are years that end with bland Italian food after a nighttime flight back to NY from Puerto Rico...
And there are years that end with the news that your ex is engaged, and then you clean your whole apartment while playing music apocalyptically loud and eventually work yourself out of your funk so you can spend the evening drinking and dancing to a Balkan brass band in a boisterous bar...
au revoir, 2004.
There are years that end in small Massachusetts cities, hearing Dar Williams and the Nields play and then standing with friends in the town square watching the ball drop from the tower of City Hall and then getting an ice cream cone together...
There are years that end in unhappy dinners after you've mentioned moving back to California one too many times...
There are years that end with bland Italian food after a nighttime flight back to NY from Puerto Rico...
And there are years that end with the news that your ex is engaged, and then you clean your whole apartment while playing music apocalyptically loud and eventually work yourself out of your funk so you can spend the evening drinking and dancing to a Balkan brass band in a boisterous bar...
au revoir, 2004.
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