My Cardboard Balcony

We celebrate the new year on land that was stolen, eating food that would otherwise be wasted, drinking beverages that ought not to be imbibed. We reminisce on our successes because our failures cause us too much grief, unless said failures contributed to a positive element of our lives. We have wishes for the next year, but who knows if they'll come to pass? For now, I have you, and I have me, and I have this bottle of bubbly, and I don't want it to go flat.