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Lake Fever – The Tragically Hip

I’m just writing this down for posterity’s sake and so I can have some sort of record that this actually happened.

I had friends over at my house for New Year’s Eve. Wow.

I mean, it’s rare enough that I have any non-family, non-Brian, Gary, Jess, Will, Max people over. But to have people over on New Year’s Eve, an event which most people celebrate by, you know, going somewhere cool and doing something fun, was awesome. Interesting people! In my house! I kept saying, “Man, I’m so happy that you guys are here,” but I think people were questioning my sincerity. Trust me, I was genuinely happy to have such esteemed company over and the only kind of person who would patronize his guests in such an obvious manner would be someone who is a good host and that, I assure you, I am not.

I got to play 13 Dead End Drive with a dozen people, which was a thrill. Sure, only like, 4 of them were actually interested in it but hey, the visual was still there. It was exciting even though I lost to Gary, Chris and Brian. I divided us into groups of 3 but Max and Fontaine both ditched me. Max left first, so Fontaine’s resignation was met with an “Et tu, Fontaine?” I thought I was pretty funny.

Then we sat around and watched the New Year’s ball drop. It was nice. I’ve never experienced a New Year’s party without my extended family around. Scanning my living room and seeing the likes of Shirley Manh and Fontaine Liu and Chris Sue and the rest…surreal. My cockles were nicely warmed, I can tell you that for sure. I don’t even know what that means. After, I became worried that people were only sticking around because they didn’t want to appear rude by being the first to leave. I started to feel itchy. However, I think everyone was happy to have a place to sit down and chill out so I hope that in that capacity at least, I helped out. I don’t think people are going to want to come to my house again, but that’s okay. Once was probably more than enough.

It was nice to see everyone again and I do miss them even though, for the life of me, I cannot explain why.

Here’s to 2006!

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You’re my boy, Blue! Forever.

One time, Mr. Harry said lookin’ at me was proof there was no God. But April said, listenin’ ta me, was proof there was. She’s proof there is, too. Ain’t a boy aroun’ ain’t head over heels fo’ her–always buyin’ her nice presents, takin’ her fancy places–vyin’ fo’ her affections…but when I place my horn to my lips, all them other boys don’t stand a chance. I know I’m ugly. I’ll never touch her skin…but my music strokes her soul. It’s all I have.