So Keith, Paul and I were at Jarmo and Susana’s last night, and once again performed the stannomancy. Katie and Jeff chose the better part – to stay home, and not to drink!
NOT A SINGLE PERSON had money for 2009.
Not one. Out of fifteen people. You may recall Dr. Filk was told that he’d get money two thirds of the way into the year and found it laughable, and then went from John’s Jukes to Earl’s at a considerable increase in rate. But it also said there was a baby in his future so you can’t b’lieve everything the tin tells you.
My year is smooth, and expanding, for 4/5ths of it, and then there’s a hell of a twist at the end. I’ll post pics at some point… I actually have to pull everything off my camera and stick it someplace where those interested may view them… I still haven’t posted the Louvre, and I should, but that was, candidly, one hell of a trip and I get kind of shaky when I go anywhere near those memories.
Anyway, it was a lovely, congenial crowd, and there was even a lovely dog named Kona (lab setter cross, from the coat) who was being dogsat by some of the attendees.
Snowed more. Lots more.
; why is the rum always gone? Between us all we killed a forty pounder, and I had two triples so I definitely helped. I’m still hanging on the edge of a migraine so I’d better get off the computer now.
And, via an LJ buddy, Neil Gaiman’s blessing:
I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you dream dangerously and outrageously, that you make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked. And most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now) that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.