Ah, another year ... here it is, and we can't do anything about it.
New Year's Eve was fun. Angela had a birthday/New Year's party ... had a nice time there, especially during the wacky White Elephant gift exchange. I can't decide if the cat/squirrel made entirely of shells or the travel-size Charmin was the best tacky gift. I think I'll go with the cat/squirrel. It was really quite frightening ... and something I would have seen adorning the knick-knack table at my Aunt Lois's swanky apartment back in the late seventies. Lois had a curio cabinet full of tacky figurines. She collected thimbles (don't ask me why -- she never sewed a thing, as far as I know) and small plates honoring each individual state. Talk about ugly -- those plates were downright hideous. The state's outline was always front and center, but the items chosen to exemplify the "spirit" of the state, usually situated around the state's shape, were often puzzling. For instance, the Indiana plate had an Indian headdress, the IU and Purdue logos, and a cardinal dancing around its circular edge. No Indianapolis 500 reference, no mention of the monument ... no Pacers paraphernalia. But, as usual, I digress ...

After Ang's party, we made our way to the bar. Having been happily introduced to Glenfidditch Scotch earlier in the evening, I was already well on my way to a nice buzz by the time we arrived at The 501. It didn't take much for me to get myself good and drunk, and of course, I did. I remember having a great time hanging out with Matty, Andy, and Andy's friend Kevin. We were dishing on L'il Kim's incarcerated ass, making catty judgments about Pariah Scarey, and having a gay old time cracking on the foolish clothing choices of numerous bar attendees. Ah, it's never dry in that particular desert. One fella in particular chose a NasCar theme -- and looked every bit the redneck he truly was. Laughable. Painful. And just wrong.

I was a little peeved that the bar management didn't do anything to "ring in" the new year. They made a casual announcement that it was "one minute to go," but that was it. No noisemakers were passed out ... the video screens didn't take us LIVE to Times Square (they continued playing the same boring porn they've played for years) ... the DJ did no counting down ... nothing. NOTHING. It probably wouldn't have been so bad had the doorman not been a total bitch ... but the tired ass queen was hateful. Sigh.

We ended up sleeping WAY in Sunday, which was great. I think we both needed the rest. We did some shopping here and there, had some grub, and settled in at home with more of Nip/Tuck Season Two on DVD. Can I just say how much I adore Joely Richardson on that show? She's amazing.

Sorry for the boring post. Nothing exciting or noteworthy has happened lately, really. I'm auditioning Thursday night for the role of "obese young man" in a PSA. Chalk it up to another bit of self-flagellation. :-)