December 31

Hirsute men:

Just because:

Piano lesson

Shirt lifter:

Boys in the locker room:

Just because:

Grease Monkey

With a side of jockstraps:

Have a happy one, gentlemen.

Happy New Year, Carmen.

Dammit.


Auld Lang Syne*
An old folk song written down by Robert Burns in 1788
for auld lang syne = for old times sake

    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    and never brought to mind?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And “auld lang syne”!


    For auld lang syne, my jo,
    For auld lang syne,
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

    And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp!
    And surely I’ll be mine!
    And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

    We twa hae run about the braes,
    And pou’d the gowan fine;
    But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fitt,
    Sin’ auld lang syne.

    We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
    Frae morning sun till dine;
    But seas between us braid hae roar’d
    Sin’ auld lang syne.

    And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
    And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
    And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
    For auld lang syne.

    For auld lang syne, my jo,
    For auld lang syne,
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.”

In 1929 Guy Lombardo’s orchestra played “Auld Lang Syne” on radio’s first nationwide New Year’s Eve broadcast from the Roosevelt Grill in the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City. The hotel, adjacent to Grand Central Terminal at 45th and Madison Ave., still accepts guests, and the Roosevelt Grill is extant. 
In 1960 Lombardo’s orchestra moved to the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue.