We've never celebrated New Year's Eve in Bakersfield.
The past two years we've been able to escape and ring in the New Year somewhere more... hopeful.
This year it looked as if our luck had run out and we'd be chiming in 2012 in Lil' Ole B-Town.
I can't think of a more bleak and inauspicious new beginning. As far as shitty New Years go, I'm pretty sure it would top my personal worst, the Millennial Fiasco of 2000, something I thought not possible.
Fortunately, at the eleventh hour, we've been able to make other arrangements and later today we will be leaving for the weekend. To where? It doesn't really matter. In situations like this, anywhere works. Anywhere else.
