I am still a little hungover from NYE, which I spent celebrating in a pad best described as "phat" (and I assure you I do not use that word lightly) set atop a mountain overlooking Newport Beach and the glittering expanse of the OC. It was a truly awesome view, made even better by the presence of dear old friends from my New York days, an outdoor patio replete with hot tub and fire pit (how I love a fire pit...en fuego is the year's theme...) and champagne flutes rimmed with sparkly red sugar...not bad at all. I kicked 2009 to the curb like a bad boyfriend and welcomed 2010 with open arms. Well, open arms, several vodka-sodas, egg rolls, champagne, and cake (yikes.) I briefly forgot that I am really bad at drinking. I did not forget that I like cake. All in all, a successful evening.
Speaking of bad boyfriends...it occurs to me that at this time last year, I was still involved with Mr. Chi (see "Domo Arigato, Mr Gelato".) There is not much I can say to defend my relationship with him--he was, indeed, a 38-year-old wannabe writer-temp with body hair so thick it looked like fur, and an apartment so overrun by cats that I called it Wild Kingdom...I'm not going to try and rationalize my relationship with him. But I will say this much--I've learned a helluva lot about dating in the last year, not least of which is that you don't have to date someone just because he likes you. So I'm ready--the Four Man Plan has been activated, the bar has been raised and once I shake this hangover I am ready to rock. El caldo necesita sal, if you know what I mean.
Welcome to the party, 2010. I'm en fuego. Can you take it?
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