I hope I remember the vomit that flowed freely through the streets on New Year’s Eve, and I hope I remember it without cringing and more accurately as occurring in four discrete spots. I hope that in twenty years, puke puts less of the panic into me than it does now.
I hope I remember the feet, Toepocalypse and Thong Tan, and I hope I will have learned to sunscreen my feet and not hike in flip-flops.
And above all, I hope I remember that I welcomed in 2010 with more sunshine than rain, beaches real and fake, Mars bar ice cream, dolphin sightings, a running tally of hippie vans and bacon four breakfasts in a row.
Welcome to 2010, Internet.
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