Had a near-perfect New Year’s Eve: woke up when I felt like it, re-watched parts of some great films (Nashville, You’re Not There), listened to some great music (Neil Young, Black Sabbath, Cathedral, Mastodon), had a fantastic band practice, read Jack Kirby comics, cleaned the fish tank, solved some problems with my computer, had a great burger for dinner with some beer, didn’t have any terrible traffic hassles, drank gin and tonics at home and watched the comings and goings of the neighbors, and rung in the new year listening to a great band around the corner of my house (they played a bunch of good songs like Donna Summer’s “Hot Stuff”, The Stones’ “Honky Tonk Women”, Deep Purple’s “Smoke On The Water”, and Wild Cherry’s “Play That Funky Music White Boy”… where I was the only white boy in a crowd of middle-aged Chinese-Singaporean men); thank God I didn’t go into the middle of the city tonight, otherwise I’d still be there, not relaxed and chilling out.
What I didn’t do was hug and kiss my wife and son, my mom and dad, my brother and his family. But that will happen soon.
Happy New Year!
P.S. This is what I had for breakfast yesterday:
Breakfast, December 30th 2010