2009

If NYEs are an indicator of the year to come, then 09 will be fine. NYE 2008 was the worst NYE of my life and 2008 was the worst year of my life, so I am a believer in the theory.

I introduced Gigl/Otis to New York City for the first time and she did me proud. No indoor accidents, no hit-and-run incidents, no eating Minty/Milo. On NYE, Eliz and I went to two parties~the first in the lower east side in the imaginary Peter Cooper Village and at Dan's on the upper west. So 2009 happily arrived to me with a newfound hatred for cabdrivers, a newfound appreciation for Edie Sedgwick & Marie Antoinette, and a newfound tolerance for NYE.