On December 31, 1999, I was at Billy Joel’s Millennium Concert at MSG wondering if Y2K was going to plunge us into darkness at midnight. That was supposed to be one of Billy Joel’s last concerts, yet to the detriment of everyone on earth he’s still touring ten years later.
If you had asked me at that concert to predict my next decade, I would have drawn you a picture of a completely different life. I lived in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. I worked a third-shift job to pay my bills. I slept 10 hours a week. And I hoped that one day, when I was old and if I was lucky, I’d get to direct plays and maybe be the artistic director for a small theatre somewhere.
I had not yet discovered the UCB. I had not met my wife. My mother was alive. And I had never tasted scotch.
Here’s to a new decade that’s as unpredictable as the last.
Here’s to detours that lead to discoveries that change your life completely and for the better.
Here’s to doing whatever you can to make yourself as happy as you can.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!
