Over the years, I've come to grips with certain factors in our life. For example, one step forward and two steps back. I've come to grips with the fact that in my life, no Good Deed goes unpunished. I hear people say that the bad things in life are a test from God or the Universe or whatever that particular person who was saying it to me at the time believed in themselves. I was just getting in to some really heavy, possible life changing thoughts, the thoughts I was working on and cultivating this very moment may very well change the world. But holy shit, Hangover 2 just started so, I'm going to have to put those thoughts on hold!
Okay, well I'm back and although that movie was funny as hell, I've completely lost those world altering thoughts that I had earlier. I tried to keep them fresh in my mind and I did, right up until the end of the movie when they showed the photo of the monkey who caught the ping pong ball that was shot out of the Bangkok hookers twat with his mouth! From that moment on, all thoughts were washed from my mind and replaced with hysterical laughter! So we will now forgo any of that magical wisdom and Jack Shitlosophy that seeps from the depths of my mind and we will get on to better things like going out and bringing in the New Year with a bang!
We in the Shit family are not much in the way of tradition. Although Diane and I have been together now for nearly 26 years, we just roll with the punches, go with the flow or let the proverbial tide take us wherever it will. There is one thing however that we have held pretty sacred in our lives. That sacred thing that we cherish so very much, our one family tradition, what is it you ask? IT'S OUR NEW YEARS EVE PARTY! We began the tradition with just a few friend way back when we began dating. We were more or less kids back then so it was a great way to be able to drink and party and not get in to any real trouble, not to mention that Diane's big, beautiful house was completely empty because her parents were in Italy for damn near a month! From that day on, it became our night! Since that first party, we've hosted New Years Eve nearly every single year since with the rare exception. Over the years, these parties have become both famous and infamous I'm both proud and ashamed to say! A combination of hard work and good fortune has allowed us to always have a home large enough to accommodate anyone and everyone who wanted to stay. We've always thought that this particular night was amateur night. I never wanted myself or anyone that I cared for to be hit head on while driving home by some pencil pusher who had a few too many wine spritzers at his mistresses house and was trying to race back home to his wife and family. So we more or less insisted that everyone stay. Over the years, it just became common knowledge. Guests not only came with their favorite pillows but began to show up with motor homes, pull behind campers and some maniacs would even have the balls to sleep outside in a tent. There were years that the overnight temps reached 0 and these lunatics would be asleep in a tent in my back yard!
My days of hosting massive house parties for this occasion are over for now. This past year and the last few before it have been a motherfucker for us and so many. I really have not had the excitement or enthusiasm to host the party. Little did I know that carrying on our tradition was exactly what I needed to re-ignite that enthusiasm. As you ladies have heard this phrase before, I decided to not go full pump, but to just "put the tip in"! We kept the party small and had a total of 20 people or so. Although there were some great friends who could not be there, the people who were are the closest people we have on earth. About 3 hours before the party, instead of being wiped out from cleaning up the patio and the house, I felt more and more excited. As you guys know, I shoot lots of photos. I always have some type of camera on me. This party was so damn good that I didn't shoot one single photo. I had so much fun that it never even dawned on me to grab the camera. Luckily for us, our friend Jill had hers and shot some great shots of the night. Many magical moments were captured this night but hands down, my favorite shot was this one.
What struck me this year as mind blowing and different than most other parties that we have thrown was the incredible generosity of our guests. Everyone showed up with something to take the burden off of us and some showed up with gifts that were amazing! How do you ever go wrong with a bottle of Jack? You can't! Thanks Brother Adam, you rule. Our photographer Ms. Jilly, came with gift in hand and it was like nothing I've ever seen. If you are like me and you like to beat your meat, then you too will truly appreciate the gift that she was kind enough to bring us. Here, I'll show ya.
The only other tradition we have is our New Years Day bike ride. We had planned on joining the group and riding to Cave Creek. THAT DID NOT HAPPEN! When it came time to leave for the ride, our house guests were just beginning to get their asses up and moving. I didn't mind because it just gave us more time to hang out and enjoy each others company. Later in the day, once everyone had gone home, I rolled the Road Glide out of the garage and we took off for the mountains. It had been a good long while since the lil woman and I just took a ride. A ride with no real destination or arrival time set in stone, just a ride to nowhere and it was great. We use to live on Superstition Mountain and it is the only thing I miss about our last home. That is where I pointed the bike and that is where we ended up. The Goldfield Ghost Town was a perfect spot to walk and talk and sit down and have a beer, not to mention that the riding and the view is just plain spectacular!
Did you notice that it is not in front of my shirt, that it is not in front of Diane's face or that it is not anywhere else? Pretty damn strange if you ask me!
The sun would soon fall out of the sky and beautiful day or not, the temps would drop quickly. Even though our total ride that day was only around 70 miles or so, I wanted to ride out in to the desert before the sun set and get one great shot of the day, of our ride and capture for eternity, just how happy I was this first day of 2012. I wanted to capture it for those days ahead that I won't be so happy on. On those days, I will be able to look back at it, remember that feeling and hopefully re-capture it. We hopped on the bike and rode off towards the setting sun. I took a 20 mile detour hoping for the perfect hill, the perfect back drop and all at the perfect light! Just as our luck would have it this first day of our last year, we nailed it.
I had an amazing last day and first day of the year. I am grateful for all the good that I have in my life because it makes me humble to know that I've been blessed and I've learned to be grateful for all the bad in my life because it builds character. I am not going to lie to you, I told you that I never, ever would. I would like to have more good than bad this year, I think it would be a nice change of pace once and for all!
I wish you each and every single one of you who have chosen to take this journey with me here on the blog and follow my antics and support us when times are bad, only the very best that life can offer. I wish you each, love, health, happiness and joy in this upcoming year! Live each and every day like it is your last and remember once again that there is never a wrong time to do the right thing! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE and from the bottom of my heart, I honored to have you along for the ride!
Until we see each other on the road again,
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your Ass!