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Late. Shot of Jag. Hmm.

So, had a New Year's at home, which seemed vaguely unglamorous, but turned out to be one of my favourite New Year's Eve's. It turned out to be a not-unsurprising yet surprisingly love-filled shindig. I think that one of the ways you know that your permanent relationship is real, and full-time, and absolute, is that you keep being surprised by it. If you can have a discussion about the future—and talk about kids, and child-rearing,… and wallpaper, and lawn maintenance, and aluminium siding replacement… and almost cry—then all is good in Relationship Land.

Hmm. What would make it better? Let's just name a bunch of people to throw into the mix. This New Year's would ideally have included (note: this is a shit-trap; I will inevitably leave someone HUGELY important out, but here goes anyways) : my brother, my wider family, Jorge, Isha, Beth, Brady, Bill, Blaine, Colleen, Pat, Chris, Steve, Cathy, Kris, Mark, Tania, Tanya, Rob—FUCK IT! There is no way I'm NOT going to burn someone somewhere. I love you all, goddammit! Can't we all just leave it all at that?!?

So yeah. Anyways. Happy New Year! If we could all do a shot and then hug (à la Brady and Lana's wedding), then I'd make it so. But sadly, we'll just all have to settle for a virtual shot. So, here's to an unbelievably good 2007, and love to you all.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Dude.
Thanks for doing a shot with me over the phone.

You rock.
Anonymous said…
sniff....I was forgotten. JAG Dave...JAG is OUR thing. Well it was. Oh well. Maybe this will be the year to rekindle the love. Glad you and the missus had a great time! You guys rock! (well, you did till you forgot me...1 more.)
Anonymous said…
I'm glad you had a great New Year's, Dave. Nothing like having someone to talk to who understands you.

I rang in the new year with someone special as well. It was really, really nice.
Mark Hand said…
Next year, we'll do new years. Or, will that be this year? You know what I mean.

This year (or was it last year?) we had to look after the puppy.

So however good your new years was, know this: ours was *way* cuter.
Dave said…
Doodle! Damn, that's a cute dog. Go check it, people: http://mr-hand.livejournal.com/598409.html
Mark Hand said…
When are you guys going to come visit and see her? She likes company.

I think we're going to try and bring her into the city this weekend, too, so maybe we can drop by, although I'm not sure your kitties will appreciate that. :)

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