While all you bitches were watching the fireworks in Prospect Park, rockin out at the Bell House, or having "unconvential sex" on NYE, there was apparently a multi-borough smackdown happening right in our own very nabe. That's right: Park Slope is now so hated, a roving gang of teenaged hooligans boarded a subway, ditched their NYE plans, and rode all the way down here from Harlem to kick themselves some ginuine Park Slope ass.
2009 sucked some major dick for many of us, so I can't say I'm sorry to see it go. But it's that time of year again, when we all start thinking about shit we want to do, things we want to see, reality TV shows we want to watch, strollers we want to kick, and people we want to bang...New Year's Resolutions.
The act of making resolutions has mostly become an exercise in bullshit, because the majority of us don't end up following through. However, I still think that there is something kind of poetic in at least getting your shit out into to the universe, saying it out loud, writing it down, and then seeing what happens.
If you show me yours, I'll show you mine?