Happy New Year!

Okay, I finally decide to turn on CNN, and Perez Fucking Hilton shows up. CNN owes me for the penis I just drew on the TV.

(And just as quickly, back to the New Year’s Eve blues show on the raddio.)

I got you beat, nojo. The Navy Pier fireworks sucked HARD. Stood on the roof of the villa here and saw, well, a whole lotta nothing.

Seriously. This town just had it’s pride and joy, Barack al-Qaeda Hussein Muhammad Osama Obama Soetoro elected. And there’s nothing in this town that can’t be bought. And our oh-ficial fireworks show got outpointed by First Night Plattsburgh. Poor.

For the sake of FSM, we’re bidding for the damned Olympics. Our pyrotechnics people gotta sack up.

(Insider tip: if you’re in Chicago and you want to see a real fireworks show? Come by on Independence Day. Forget about the July 3 show at Taste. Big and good for sure, but almost not worth the trouble. Instead: go to the Sox game on the Fourth (6:05 start), watch the game, and then go out onto the balcony at 9:00 or so, and watch all of the improvised shows put on in the streets by those who smuggled in gear from Indiana. (I’ll say it again: God Bless Cheap Stuff From Indiana.) Every other block is lit up. Saw a little bit of that tonight, but not as much as the awesomeness of illegal fun-bombs lit up on the Fourth.)

Just back from the Local Smalltown Hometown New Year’s Countdown and fireworks display. Nabisco Jr. was selected to be No. 7 in the calvacade of chillin chillun, so we stomped our feet in the cold and cheered him on. Battery on the camera ran out so no pix, ducked inside a bar to down some shots just after the drop, good time had by all. Spent the night surrounded by Romanians, Bulgarians, Bosnians and Joe Sixpack Murricans, the latter of whom (which? fuck grammar…) all seemed to have mullets. The former were all gorgeous, including my wife.

Not clear however whether the analog clock had the extra second on it. Apologies if I am on delay throughout much of January. Tomorrow we fast, Friday we scope.

Oh, and Happy Friggin New Years CB and Nojo and any of the other Stinquers tuning in tonight! I’m gonna put on some Shane McGowan/Pogues and drink some more….

Yeah, nabisco — Happy New Year to all. I’m need to hit the sack. Hockey at Wrigley tomorrow, bright and early. Laters.

(Oh, and nojo: Perez Hilton was hyping Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl” as the best song of the year just now. That says all you need to say, really.)

After viewing fireworks from around the world on the Macbook, I can definitively say that Sydney is where I want to be on NYE. We could sail the Ark into Sydney harbor, load up on beer, and watch the fireworks on deck. Who’s with me?

@nabisco: Good luck with your procedure. I consider it one of the benefits of being uninsured that I get out of that sort of thing.
“Thousands are sailing across the western ocean….
and we dance!”

@Mistress Cynica:
Oh, I am so in Sydney with you. Funnest city I’ve ever been in, hands down, except tied with fabuloso Buenos Aires.

@SanFranLefty:
@Mistress Cynica:

When the Ark sails, we make Sydney a safe haven and must-call port.

Thanks, Cyn.

@SanFranLefty: You should have lived there when it had a jazz scene in the late 1980s. The clubs roared all weekend long with interesting bands, local and from overseas. Last I heard, last I was in town, the leader of my favorite avant garde bop quartet was homeless and living in a park in Redfern. What isn’t coming apart at the seams these days?

@FlyingChainSaw: Brings to mind the backstory for Bird’s “Relaxin’ at Camarillo”.