Until I am 28. I am excited to see 27 go away. Yes please. Here's to 28 bring the best year yet.
And if tonight is any indication of the year to come, then it definitely will be. I saw a Lakers game in a suite with tasty free beer and wine. And? When coming back from the bathroom? I saw Magic Johnson. I, in shock, said 'Magic Johnson!' and he said 'hello'. Obviously we are BFF now and I am on the Christmas card list. I also saw Hugh Heffner and his harem, David Beckham and Flava Flav. He's wee and I can carry him around in my pocket. The game was amazing, Lakers won by a slight margin and against my better judgement I found myself on my feet and cheering them on. That's how good the game was.
Now it's time to go stare at the clock and watch the last minutes of 27 tick away. And all I can say is 'Dear 27, don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you.'