Happy New Year Assholes! and welcome back to your jobs that pull you out of your comfortable, hangover friendly, featherbeds and comforters, where you languish pining for the glorious life you could be having in between taps of the snooze button.
I had intended to write on the PET SHOP party, but the holidays got in the way, so I'll tell you more about it later.
Poodle M and I flew to rural Connecticut for the whitest Christmas ever. It satisfied the 13 year old in me - the kid who wondered what it would be like to step through the TV into snowy Bedford Falls. The light was sublime and the trees whispered old stories of the many generations of people who 'tarded out in New England before me. There was so much ye olde history hanging from the trees, clanging from bell towers, and clacking through covered bridges, that If I stood still and quiet, I could almost smell the first puritans’ B.O. – a mix of burning witches and cinnamon tar.
Snow makes everything look so delicious. I had fantasies of being a giant with the munchies, hopping from town to town, nibbling on the living gingerbread houses with their iced roofs, iced cars, little sugary snowmen, to the horror of the townspeople, but hey, that’s what insurance is for.
Dunkin Donuts? Fuck Yeah!
I don’t want to get into the details of what I might have heard on the police scanner, or the dinner with all fixins, or wrapping presents while watching It’s a Wonderful Life, so I’ll spare you by letting you know that I had a great time and I’m curious to return in the spring by motorcycle in full Armageddon wear.
We returned to LA for one night, then off to San Francisco for a few days. Nothing special happened to me other than my fateful discovery of the best shoe inserts ever made, while shopping at the new mega plex hyper mall downtown.
New Year’s eve was quiet and nice, not much to talk about.
Now I’m back in the work hole with a slightly sunnier disposition. It’s nice to see Sam’s hot new car and dark new jeans. I’m not one for resolutions, thank god. I’m thinking I’m just going to cruise through this one day by day, much like I’ve been going, with some highs, some lows and I’m hoping for a lot more hott sex.
I’m wishing you the same or better.
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4 comments:
Hey E.
I'm glad you puppies are back! Your trip out east sounds truly wonderful. "first puritans’ B.O. – a mix of burning witches and cinnamon tar." I almost choked on my carrot reading that. . .
08 has been good so far. Got in plenty of New Year eve's Karaoke. .. .
Might I remind you of a trip to the sushi boats here in SF? Doesn't that qualify as Spesh?
F,
Fantastic to hear from you. I'm still mildly in awe of the Pet Shop party. I used to choke on my carrot all the time as well, until I started doing yoga.
kudos! yoga/carrot
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