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
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.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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Thanks for doing a shot with me over the phone.
You rock.
I rang in the new year with someone special as well. It was really, really nice.
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.
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. :)