New Year's, not New York

So after a big kerfuffle of stress, I didn't end up in New York for New Year's.

So I ended up going to the party I say I'm "always" at for New Years, namely wherever Sam Sewall is at, at this loft above Le Swimming. Last year it was a surprisingly good time, since it turned out that all the people I knew in the city were also at that party. Same thing this year. Much fun, especially with April and Emily. I hooked up with this hot doctor (I know i normally say they're hot, but this one was. Ask Apes.), and ended up leaving the party just before 4. Fighting up St-Laurent at that hour, it felt so good, almost smug, to have been at a private party and not just looking for fun among the clubs.

I walked home this morning the long way, with a big smile on my face. I love being out and about when the year is so fresh, so soft, doughy and tender. It's snowing big fat flakes, of the softest kind. What a beautiful start.

New concept for the night, maybe for the year: Baraka.
Hell yeah, 2006 is going to be good. (I know I said that about 2005, and it was.)