CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

On a promo kick...
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Good NYEs of the past: GBV show, drinking wine and playing trivial pursuit and watching Cirque du Soleil on TV w/ Jeff and my old roommie in Atlanta, and 1999/2000 wherein a bunch of my friends rented two houses in the Pocono Mtns and partied like it was, well, you know.

xpost - That's exciting, Amanda! Will you be going there for any other reason than vacation?

Next we start saving up for Mexico - I want to see AZTEC RUINS.

Amanda, I am SO EXCITED about your trip! You inspire me to believe that we, too, can live the dream of going somewhere on a real vacation on day. Also for some reason I love that you got married on Dec. 29.

I'm all flemmy today. :-(

Zombie wedding photo, taken on Dec. 29 2003
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The only thing is that it's going to cost $50/person. Open bar all night, plus appetizers/snacks/champagne, so I guess it's worth it, but I'm used to paying like a $10 cover and then doing the cash bar, which even if you have like 5 beers still works out to only $35.

If anyone feels like shelling out that much money, you're welcome to come. As per tradition, I'm probably going to be making a couple of iPod playlists -- a Best of '06 mix and an all-time awesome dance mix.

I was just thinking that. You REBELS. NOBODY gets married on December 29!

That rules. Edinburgh on NYE is supposed to be awesome. My dad and I traveled around England and Scotland for a few days around New Year's '98, but we lacked the foresight to do NYE in Edinburgh. Instead, we stayed at an inn in York and watched a Frasier marathon. The next day we took a train to Edinburgh and marveled at all the detritus on the ground from the previous night's festivities.

It was good! It felt a little sloppy at times, but everyone who came said we sounded great. The sound guy was super-nice, too. I wanted to stick around for Bound Stems, but Kr wasn't feeling well, so we jetted early.

Sounds like my Thanksgiving this year.

I thought you were going to say "prom night."

No, I had a Courtney who took Benadryl with her wine. (Thanks for the incredulity of 2 question marks!)

she was fine for a couple hours then literally in mid sentence she grabbed her haid and "I need to sit down." then she started slurring her words and told me to take her home. we went back to my place and danced in the living room and made out under the comforter. that was a great night.

xp sounds like uh every time i try to drink.

i haven't had a good NYE for a while. the last one was probably staying in manhattan with my sis and bro in law, going out for a really fancy dinner and then getting drunk at home and playing scrabble (i only had a few sips, but wooo am i a lightweight). i beat them at scrabble (naturally), but then they got into a discussion of something political/racial and i wanted to argue with them, but was too woozy to articulate much of anything.

"Sounds like my prom night."

My favorite part:

Prom night romance and sex are not a package deal - prom is more than a three letter word.

Duh. It's a four-letter word. As in, "anal."

I dreamed that there was a highrise condo for X-Men mutants, and on top was a football arena--with 5 fields atop one another--that would be the launching point for a "week-long, world-wide, air, land, and water" Mutant Superbowl.

The team leaders included The Terrorist, 1 of two cute little twin girls with pancake makeup who had a pet hyaena, some guy who used a lot of kinves, and some guy who could fly.

The twin girl who was not the leader had the hyaena eat the other girl so she could lead, but it would only do so after she stabbed her sister with pointy scissors. Then the hyaena smeared the blood of the team mascot--a plush pink bunny--on the windows.

I have to play an elf at Macy's Sun morning at 9....I'm not fucking kidding