I feel like I have had many memorable New Year’s Eve experiences in my short 47 years. This past weekend has been simply the best. It started off yesterday evening with a T-Bone steak that I got on sale at the grocery store for half price. Winning! At 1 1/2″ thick, it was simply perfection coming off the grill at medium-rare. I felt like a king eating that steak.
I followed up the meal with an old school classic, “Dirty Harry.” It had been at least 25 years since I had seen it last. I had pretty much forgotten the plot, so it was almost like seeing it for the first time. That 70’s soundtrack! Pretty trippy!
Earlier in the week I had re-upped on my stock of White Widow. It only accentuated the greatness of the steak and made me nod to the beat of the Dirty Harry Soundtrack. Good times!
I then opened up the brand new copy of Battlefield 1 that I had bought yesterday morning. Holy S~~~! It’s f~~~ing awesome! I suck at it since I’m old, but it’s more fun than a barrel of monkeys on LSD. Damn, these games are getting to be really immersive! I can see why it is the top selling first person shooter. I played for a few hours. I never knew when midnight came. I was too busy taking out German bi-planes in a massive dogfight.
Around 2:00AM, a good friend that I hadn’t seen in 20 years sent me a text to wish me a Happy New Year. We ended up shooting the s~~~ until the sun came up.
Not having anyone to answer to, I went to bed and slept most of the day. As tradition goes here in Texas, I made some black eyed peas along with some ham to eat on New Year’s Day. Good grub!
I also made a pan of brownies from scratch. It’s an awesome recipe that puts box-brownies to shame. Even though I’m lazy, I am never satisfied with Cool Whip or any of that whipped cream that comes in a pressurized can. It is just so much better to whip it with a mixer or by hand. That brownie was so badass!
The only thing sweeter than that brownie was the peace and SILENCE in my apartment all day. No one bitching at me to do this or do that. No hustling back from some vacation that I never wanted to go on. No bulls~~~ at the airport. No keeping track of anything. No responsibilities. Just me, my White Widow, the T-Bone, my black eyed peas that I had shelled last summer, my divine desert, my killing spree on Battlefield, and kicking it with an old friend through text messaging (something that didn’t exist when we last saw each other). Just as Ice Cube gives testimony…It was a Good Day.
I want to give credit to all those people responsible for making this weekend so special. It was the men of MGTOW.com. Without these wise predecessors that have already been on the path before me, I might not have known how to make this New Year’s Weekend kick ass in the mannner carried out. I might have bent to someone else’s invitation to go to some bulls~~~ party where I would have to make small-talk. I hate small talk.
Without having a nagging bitch in life, I could afford to buy that steak…even if it had cost full price. I also did not have to ask anyone’s permission to buy Battlefield 1. Nor did I have any time constraints placed upon how long I could play it.
How will I spend next New Year’s? Who knows? I only know how I WON’T spend it. This is only the beginning. More will be revealed.
If you are new here with a heart filled with red-pill rage, take solace in the fact that you WILL get better if you stick around. It just keeps getting better with each passing day.
