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I took Amtrak home at 6:30 AM on Saturday morning and slept the whole way to Altoona, despite inadvertently choosing the Romper Room car. Home has been quiet and the only event of note was the turducken that Dan made from scratch. After roasting for 8 hours, the mass of food emerged–a chicken stuffed with sausage stuffing within a duck stuffed with shrimp stuffing within a turkey stuffed with corn bread. The meat was tender and juicy and each of the dressings tasted amazing. The whole mass was served as perfect slices, each individual layer visible and available for sampling.

Whooped it up at Walker’s holiday party last night. Even danced. Do not feel well today. Lot of cuties. Slept on couch.
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I took a personality disorder test to see if there is anything wrong with me. The results are what I expected.

The Coastal Drag rocks your fucking town.

After my coffee I plan to put down a rant about Christmas. Unoriginal yes, but it is my current nightmare.
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I’ll forgo the rant other than to say I wish we could have two Thanksgivings instead of having Christmas. Gifts are for kids. They are satisfied with shit from the dollar store, but all my adult loved ones have everything they need. As for me, I want a summer home in the Catskills and I don’t think that will fit under the tree. Any gifts I do get will force me to have to toss something of similar size into the trash because my apartment is at limited capacity. We should just make a turducken and give the mass of leftovers to somebody less fortunate.

I helped Mary remove some wing sauce using a moist towelette provided by the establishment. I have definitely made the 4th Street Bar my new local, although I was randomly recognized bythe bartender at The Edge last night. She knew me through my friend Adam and startled the hell out of me when I asked for a Guiness and she responded, “Sean?” I thought that my love for that stout had become legendary. She later told me that my hair looked good which guaranteed a fat tip.

Tonight, the Coastal Drag play at Luna Lounge around 10:30. Be there or be somewhere else. Afterward, Feisal is spinning at Noco Bar. Be there as well.

This is from my office Christmas party last Thursday and is one of the main reasons there was no pic of the day on Friday. The other reason is that on Friday, my friends and I lent a hand to Erik to help him out with making a film. Friday and the following two days were non-stop carrying, lighting, and breaking downand also a lot of fun. Congratulations to Erik for actually getting it done, and apologies to Sarah for my inability to break away from the film.

I hope to put some pics of the shoot up later.

This pic is from my friend’s, Kevin and Joy, going away party. They moved to Seattle. Sucks. I’ll add more later. I’m taking a little Sean time this morning.

“it would be nice if you updated the site half a dozen times a day. there are a lot of people trying to kill time out here, you know.” – Alex Frangos

I took the morning off. I need to figure out a way to not work. That may be my next project.

When I lack a picture, I can always fall back on food. I discovered this morning that getting up early for the gym can be turned into getting up early for pancakes.

I met Alex at the 4th Street Bar last night for pints and wings. While he and I perched in the bar discussed current sports events, Erik and Tammie sat in the restaurant and planned the shots for Erik’s movie being filmed this weekend. The place makes a great wing and has a good jukebox. I think I may make it my new local.

If Whitney Houston is having a resurgence, we need to get some crack to her ASAP.

Monday nigths are dull. I finished my C++ class at NYU, which means no more three hour lectures, but also that I don’t have access to a high school desk that is perfect for cracking my back.

The last thing I do before bed is brush my teeth. The first thing I do when I awake is brush my teeth. This seems inefficient. Monday nights are dull.

WEEKEND RECAP: Sat, slept, ate. very nice.

On Saturday, Colleen, Walker, and I dined at La Cieba, on A and 11th. The place was empty and the decor like a rec room, but the food was some of the best Mexican I have ever had and the prices were very reasonable. The nachos were done individually, each chip hand topped with cheese and chorizo. Best Mexican in the EV.

On Sunday, my friend Tricia joined me for a wonderful brunch at Teresa’s, indulged me in an afternoon of watching football, and completely failed to have sex with me, but it was still one of the finest Sundays ever.

This shot is one of a bunch of pictures I took while my company posed in a nearby park to have a holographic group image made. Weird, huh? We also had a snowball fight.

Comments after I walk to work…and get coffee.
A few months ago, my friend Jan moved out to Carroll Gardens in Brooklyn and before last night I had not had a chance to visit him. After work yesterday I rode there on the F train to join him and friends for a Christmas party at Sparky’s a bar known for dogs and darts. The houses of Brooklyn wear the snow better than the towers of Manhattan and on this night Carroll Gardens was freshly covered. Mostly of Italian Catholic descent, many of its residents have adorned their lawns with a statue of the Virgin Mary. Today’s pic is the best of the Mary shots I got between the bar and the subway with a group shot thrown in for good measure.

I’m almost done with Tom Jones, and I wanted to share my favorite paragraph from the chapter I’m currently on: