Crazy Fingers

Brian and I are going to the Urban Outings New Year’s Eve Party tonight. Before that, we’re going to a party at his friend Steven’s house.

It’s going to be a busy day. I’m going to the gym. Brian needs to get music together for the Urban Outings party. I have to pick up my pants from the dry cleaner. I bought the pants at Banana Republic this week especially for tonight. They’re charcoal gray, and I’m going to wear them with a black sweater.

I’m picking up four-dozen cupcakes from Billy’s Bakery on Ninth Avenue in the Shire. Two dozen are going to my family’s party tomorrow (New Year’s Day) at my Aunt Barbara’s apartment, and the other two dozen are going to the party at Brian’s Aunt Lynn’s apartment. That’s Billy, the guy on the right. He’s cute, right? (Brian just smacked me.)

Brian and I have both been sick. I got sick the first day of the transit strike, and I’m only starting to get better. Brian took me to his doctor yesterday and I got some kick-ass antibiotics (Biaxin) and some kick-ass cough medicine (Hydrocodone with Homatropine) for what the doctor described as bronchitis. He took a chest xray right in his office, to rule out pneumonia. (How cool is that? An internist with an xray machine!) Brian didn’t get drugs. (I win! I got drugs!) The doctor said he has a viral infection.

My friend Kevin is sick, too.

I’m excited about 2006.  On many fronts, I expect it to be a great year.  Brian.  Great new job.  New apartment.

I hope all of you have a great 2006.