Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

I was asked yesterday what my new year’s resolution was—I don’t have one, don’t believe in them and see absolutely no point to them. Why should I strive towards the unattainable?

I have been in California for a couple of weeks now and am struck by the same conundrum that affects me in New York. Where exactly am I? In New York, it is always about California, about Orange County, the nice weather and the interminable television shows. Here it the same, just reversed conversation is always about New York. Geographically, the two couldn’t really be more opposite, but from my self-centered place in the world, they are the same for everybody else involved. I hear a train whistle in the background and realize that it is merely in my ears via the iPod.

My New Year’s celebration was quite mellow and enjoyable. Whatever grandiose plans may have existed gave way to relaxing, laughing and the invention of a new vomit inducing drink—The Miracle on Sable Street. This one requires some explanation. I have a friend who has invented some grand drinks which require either alcohol induced moxy or no taste buds. Take for example the Slippery Sheep a concoction consisting in relatively equal parts cottage cheese and vodka. Foul, most definitely, but it possesses a subtle brilliance that few can appreciate. Here now is the Miracle of Sable Street, which is strictly holiday aperitif which originated on Sable Street, amongst close friends. The beverage consists in mayonnaise and Yeagermeister, stirred, not shaken. I tried to drink it but alas I could not, C__ however had no difficulty. If there ever is an alcohol themed Fear Factor, this should definitely be a part of it.

Prior to the Eve, I also attended another holiday/birthday party in the beatific and obnoxious Laguna Beach, Pictures should follow shortly.