The calendar flipped like a bad alibi. 2025 slipped out the back door, owing us answers it never planned to give. Midnight hit—hard and honest—and 2026 walked in wearing a shadow and a promise. Here’s to the nights that taught us how to survive the dark, the mornings that tasted like second chances and cheap coffee, and the grit it took to keep going when the odds didn’t care. May 2026 deal you straighter hands, sharper instincts, and just enough trouble to keep life interesting—but not enough to break you. Raise a glass. The rain’s still falling, the city’s still breathing, and the story of NoirCon isn’t over yet. Lou