New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Gilly and I are currently residing in a hotel in the city. Much like all the crazy celebrities who never wash their own clothes and wear funny sunglasses and big floppy hats.

Okay maybe not. But we are at The Time in a "yellow room." Which when you have all the "mood" lighting on feels like you are in a margarine commercial. You know all bright and yellow like?

We ate at one of our favorite Italian restaurants on 9th Ave. after trudging through the snow to get there. I think it's the same restaurant that we spent my 27th birthday in. So have you ever eaten in a restaurant with your beloved you gazing lovingly into each other's eyes as you clasp hands over the bread and said, "I just don't know why all there are all these couples who aren't speaking to each other. How very sad. Now Honey, what were you saying about your boss liking to eat "greek salad"?

You know why they aren't speaking? Because while sitting in a restaurant in NYC everyone eavesdrops on everyone else! I know. It's very entertaining. And while Gilly and I were not trading industry secrets over my salad and his ministrone soup when one of the guys who was sitting at the table behind Gilly got up he stared directly at me paused and then stared again. VERY strange.

We left and it was snow snow snowing and guess what? If you look out the window there is narry a car on 8th Ave.

Gilly's all tucked up into his mustard sandwich, I mean the bright yellow bed.

God help me for I know not what I do, but I am going to eat the "Banana Moon Super Delicious Cheesy Crunch" from the mini bar and maybe inspect the "Intimacy Kit" which contains and I quote, "Two Durex lubricated, spermicide (Nonoxyno-9) prophylactics, two obstetrical towlettes, one package of lubricating jelly."

Or maybe not.


posted by JustKeepMum on 10:48 PM