Well, I hope everyone had a happy and joyous one. We spent ours inside, watching movies and generally being quiet. Yes, it was pretty quiet–dull, even–but spent with friends. And besides, I’m not much of a New Year’s person anyway: the weather’s too cold, the streets are filled with yahoos, and I don’t like champagne (though I had a small portion last night, just to be polite).
Nothing else to say, really–between work, the house, and the play (a surprising hit), I’ve been so busy the past several weeks, I haven’t had much of a social life. And with three upcoming projects looming on the horizon, it doesn’t look like things are going to slow down ’till the end of the month. Just in time for Mardi Gras.
The good news: Jonno and I will be in NYC for a conference next weekend, so I’ll get to lay my bleary, bloodshot eyes on several of you. Jonno et al. are supposed to be working out the details of a Saturday night bar-crawl, since I’m no good at those sorts of things. Stay tuned.
The bad news: homos constitute some of the first fatalities of 2002, a group of three having been ceremoniously beheaded by one of America’s most important political allies. Happy friggin’ new year.
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