Friday, January 1, 2021

A Quick, Nearly Image-Free New Year's Day Entry -OR- Welcome to 2021, No Matter What It Holds

My dearest friend, Andrea, and her husband, Imara, in Constitution Gardens, Washington, D.C., 3:53 p.m., December 12, 2020

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New Year's Day 2021.

It's a miserable, gray, darkly gloomy, chilly, forlorn day here in the Nation's Capital.

As for my New Year's Eve, and a follow-up to my previous entry, I was home by about 10:40 p.m. last night. My attempt at Angolo restaurant in Georgetown -- to dine in its little enclosed outdoor eating area -- was a bust. I got there at 9:45 p.m. but the alcohol cutoff was at 10 p.m., and my waiter was a borderline a dick about it.

A different sort of waiter -- especially the type who typically work in those kinds of restaurants -- would have had a totally different approach.

So, instead, I just got the meal to go and finished the one drink I had. I would have had more time except I made the mistake of talking to a coworker who is a Montgomery County, Maryland Covid paranoiac.

Won't make that mistake again. Suffice it to say, people like that are so psychologically damaged and fearful that they think civilization as we know it is over. That's how they intend to live their lives. As terrified Covid-1984 prisoners for something with the inherent risk of frickin' Covid-19.

And in keeping with that D.C. area's WOKE-infused, Covid frenzied-panicked sensibility, the city could not have been more dead last night on New Year's Eve. For me personally, I went out of my way to avoid any sort of ring-in-the-New Year countdown, and was just watching Perry Mason as midnight arrived.

I was actually in my little galley kitchen just arranging / cleaning things at the precise stroke of midnight, and thus for the first time in my life (as far back into childhood as I can remember), I was not mindful of that specific moment one year ends and another begins.

The Lockdown Left Democrat crowd should be pleased. They want you miserable, in agony, and dying alone in fearful terror.


Now, as I told Andrea that in posting the above image of her and her husband, I would refrain from any political commentary in this entry. So I had better abide by that.

For today, I would like to get to Old Town Alexandria in order to go to O'Connell's Restaurant. As I've mentioned, there is still (for now) indoor dining in Northern Virginia, and I'd like to take advantage of it.

My intention is to post another entry tonight and a couple more over the next few days before I finally post the big Three's Company one I have in draft and that I would like to keep as the lead one for a week. Because of my work schedule, I may hold off on posting it for one more more (to be determined).

My trip to Fort Lauderdale / Deerfield Beach is scheduled for Jan 22 - 26, and I'm looking forward to that and to be in a place where people are actually alive and not undead Covid paranoiac zombies in a WOKE miasma.

But now I'm once getting political, so I'll just end this entry.

--Regulus

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