twenty years ago i spent my new year's eve at a half-filled nassau coliseum watching savatage and megadeth open for dio.
for those of us who were there and not on angel dust, it was a horrible horrible concert, even by metal standards - despite the epic rock battle between dio's guitarist craig goldy and a robotic spider that descended from the rafters and fired lasers until goldy destroyed it with a memorably interminable solo.
as bad as the show was, it was an even worse way to bring in the new year, and by the time my father arrived in the empty parking lot to pick me up, the metal had been drained from my teenage veins and i had made the only new year's resolution i've ever kept.
"from now on, you will celebrate new year's eve in a socially conducive environment."
last night, the tradition continued with the adding of lobster to ferociously boiling water.
for those of us who were there and not on angel dust, it was a horrible horrible concert, even by metal standards - despite the epic rock battle between dio's guitarist craig goldy and a robotic spider that descended from the rafters and fired lasers until goldy destroyed it with a memorably interminable solo.
as bad as the show was, it was an even worse way to bring in the new year, and by the time my father arrived in the empty parking lot to pick me up, the metal had been drained from my teenage veins and i had made the only new year's resolution i've ever kept.
"from now on, you will celebrate new year's eve in a socially conducive environment."
last night, the tradition continued with the adding of lobster to ferociously boiling water.
(i don't know who looks worse in that picture. the condemned or beardy mclicksalot.)
yes, for a guy who normally escorts even the smallest bugs outside my home instead of killing them, i took a great and perverse joy in sending three live 2 pounders to meet their maker last night so the moe bergs and their good friends, the friedmans, could eat. and i took an even greater, but certainly much less perverse joy celebrating the beginning of 2007 with my family, my friends, the east coast feed of times square on cnn and almost an entire bottle of grey goose.
it was a terrific way to begin what should be a big year 'round these parts.
it was a terrific way to begin what should be a big year 'round these parts.
7 comments:
Did you name the lobster? And if so, was it "Pinchy"?
My New Year's Eve was with the Poor Woman, a swanky apartment complex "party room" and a number of people I knew (even more I didn't) dressed up real nice-like.
PW drank too much, I threw out my back earlier in the day, and we argued with a cab driver who didn't want to take us home to Brooklyn (but we made him anyway).
2007 is gonna kick ass. Best to you and the MB clan.
You kicked that lobster's ass, dude.
you should have seen what i did to the vodka.
I've seen Megadeth and Dio in concert (tho' not together and not on NYE) and enjoyed both shows. Of course, I probably wouldn't enjoy them now as much as I did then.
Also - and this is probably showing my religious ignorance - I thought lobster were on the list of items that were frown upon in the Tanakh.
Am I wrong?
you are not wrong. observant jews - who keep kosher - don't eat shellfish, pork, milk/meat combos and a few other things i can't recall.
i, however, am not an observant jew. which is why you can find me eating bacon parmagiana sandwiches in scallop sauce whenever i feel like it.
As long as you're strict in your non-observance :-)
Happy 2007 to you and yours Moe... we also killed some purdy lobsters in honor of the New Year's impending arrival.
Yum.
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