Happy New Year

So my New Year's Eve this year was not as pathetic as years' past, when I was either a. smooching the chickenfucker (bawk bawk!) or b. going to bed at 10. I prefer b. Although now I prefer c. Have dinner at a fancy restaurant and then go see beardy, fetchingly shy Duncan Sheik play a free concert at the Orpheum. Actually even more preferable would be following watching Duncan Sheik by making out with Duncan Sheik (DS: "Um, here's a song I wrote" *shuffles feet back and forth nervously "Um, okay, here goes." McP: "Um, can I hump your leg?") but I settled for watching California Eating snack on her husband Cinema Tech instead. They are infectious in their loving and I could have given our fellow reveler AM Esq. some kisses, would that I were a lesbian.

And BTW, I don't know where this beard-loving is coming from, but all of a sudden I am ALL about the facial hair. I started with the five-o'clock shadow, then moved on to the neatly trimmed (sort of) beard. I suspect it'll be a steady downhill progression ending with ZZ Top at which point I will turn into Mary Kay Letourneau.

Anyhoo, it was great to see both the CE and the CT again and also to deepen my relationship with the CT, partly by making loud, grating, obnoxious noises with him as we strolled through downtown Boston. Yeah, men love me.