But, you know, if you don’t celebrate the Gregorian calendar new year, I apologize for offending you or whatever. I know some of you have really strong opinions about this kind of stuff.
We here at Evil Beet are off doing fabulous things tonight – some of us are out brushing elbows with celebs, some of us are keeping it chill at trendy house parties, and some of us are staying home to eat four pounds of shrimp and kielbasa while watching The Twilight Zone marathon for the next twenty-four hours or so, rocking grungy pajamas through it all, you guys. (That last one about the Twilight Zone marathon? Yeah. That’d be me.)
Thanks to all of you who continually return to the site day after day and month after month, because after all – if it weren’t for you loyal readers, we wouldn’t be where we are anyway. (And I wouldn’t be pigging out on this much shrimp, that’s for damn sure.)
So celebrate with smarts, enjoy your night, think of me while you’re snorting coke off of the g-string of Paris Hilton’s that you won on eBay ’cause you knew it’d come in handy for such a time as this, and above all – call a designated driver, because you don’t want to end up dead for the first day of the new decade. Or worse, like Lindsay.
Happy New Year!