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Yappy Hew Near!

New Year's Eve I went to the Clermont Lounge to see The Tom Collins and The Forty Fives play, so I rang in 2004 drunk, happy and listening to kick-ass rock and roll. Unfortunately, they were subject to the new bar closing rules, so everybody got kicked out on the street a little earlier than they expected. I ended up going to a 24 hour diner (the Dunk and Dine on Cheshire Bridge--the line for the Majestic was out the door and into the street) with a really cute guy and talking about music and stuff. I got to bed around 6:00 AM and was pretty useless for the rest of the day. I was so glad I didn't have to work.

Saturday night was pretty hectic, as I committed myself to three different social occasions. First way my friend Laurel's First Christmas Party Of The Year. It's probably the best time to have a Christmas party--the decorations are still up and there isn't as much competition. I won a door prize of chocolate mint candy canes, but I left in such a hurry that I forgot them. Oops. But no turning back, I was off to Eddie's Attic to see Paul Melançon play. Had a great time, as always, though I did wish that some people in the audience would have just SHUT THE HELL UP, given that Eddie's Attic doesn't blast the music loudly enough to drown out the chatter as well as other places do. From there, I skedaddled off to the Echo Lounge to see The Cogburns, who had put me on the guest list in exchange for writing services. I also got several free drinks out of the evening. No complaints. I ended up skipping out toward the end of the encore, 'cos it was so way beyond my bedtime and the caffeine I'd had at Laurel's was starting to wear off.

Sunday I slept for much of the afternoons and had dreams about finding fetal limbs stuffed into a lemon. My subconscious is a sick individual at times.

Today is my day off and I spent a lot of it dozing and then got hit up with guilt and cleaned a bit. Applied for a proofreading job online. We'll see what happens.