I've already made many plans for next year. I'm gonna try to get a few more actual articles on the blog. There's been too many Top 10 lists and plain reviews this year, but we'll see how it goes.
Anyway, without further ado....
A scene from Dirty Dancing (1987)
Johnny is alone in his room, the record player is playing a gentle song. There's a knock on the door. It's Baby.
Baby: Can I come in?
He let's her in without saying a word, then he notices how messy his room is.
Johnny: I got a-- I guess it's not a great room. You probably got a great room.
Baby: No this-- It's a great room!
Johnny moves over to turn off the record player.
Baby: No, leave it on.
Baby: I'm sorry about the way my father treated you.
Johnny: No. Your father was great. He was great. The way he took care of Penny, it was--
Baby: Yes, but I mean the way he was with you. It's really me it has to do with. Johnny, I came here because my father--
Johnny: No, the way he saved her-- I mean, I could never do anything like that. That was something. I mean, the reason people treat me like I'm nothing is because I am nothing.
Baby: That's not true! You, you're everything!
Johnny: You don't understand the way it is. I mean, for somebody like me. Last month I'm eating Jujubes to keep alive. This month, women are stuffing diamonds in my pockets. I'm balancing on shit as quick as that I can be down there again.
Baby: No, it's not the way it is! It doesn't have to be that way!
Johnny: I've never known anybody like you. You look at the world, you think you can make it better. Somebody's lost, you find them. Somebody's bleeding--
Baby: Yeah, I go get my daddy. That's really brave, like you said.
Johnny: That took a lot of guts to go to him! You are not scared of anything!
Baby: Me? I'm scared of EVERYTHING! I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life... the way I feel when I'm with you!
They stare quietly at each other for a while. In the background the song ends, and a new one starts playing. It's "Cry to Me", by Solomon Burke.
Baby: Dance with me.
That's it. 2011, we bid you farewell.
I wish a happy New Year to anyone reading this! Remember: Stay safe, stay beautiful, and I'll see you on the flip-side.