I probably should have done this days ago, but whatever.

Last Saturday night was Scott’s Christmas party. Notice I didn’t say “Holiday party”. What the fuck is up with that bullshit? So someone’s offended because I said Christmas instead of Holiday? It’s not like Christmas is a religious holiday any more. It’s more like an American tradition. And if you live here then (probably) you’re an American. So shut the fuck up with the “Holiday party” PC bullshit. kthxbye

Sorry about that. I just had to let it out. It’s not good to keep those sorts of things bottled up inside.

Scott! Thanks for putting on an awesome Christmas party! I had a blast, dude, and I know that everyone there did as well. Dave & Kev, we really missed you guys, but we understand.

Thanks for my CD, Jimmy! I’ve got just about all the songs memorized now.

So I spent the night in the kitchen (my favorite place in any house) drinking beers and talking to Scott’s sister Karen. She’s a cold blooded Bambi killer, a *successful* hunter at that. She’s bagged two bucks in the last three years. Karen’s cool.

Clover made outstanding Italian hors d’oeuvres. I forget their names, but dammit I ate ’em. Atta kid, Clover!

Some people got drunk and fell down. Jimmy drank too much and had to go home early. Scott was flailing his arms around in the garage. I stayed up half the night and slept on Scott’s couch for a few hours.

Oh yes. A good time was had by all.

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.