New Year’s Eve, 45 floors above Times Square.
Look at all those stupid fuckers.
It was FOURTEEN degrees out there. People were standing in ass-chapping weather for ten hours, just to get a good look at The Jonas Brothers. It all seems so terribly, terribly wrong.
Of course, we were upstairs, gorging on cupcakes and champagne, so whatever.
Anyway, I had a fantastic time on my trip, and I have lots of great photos to share with you. But it will have to wait a few days, because I’m very busy aging right now.
Yes, tomorrow is another birthday, a double edged sword if ever there was one. Happy to be alive, sorry to be turning into Tyne Daly.
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for some Nyquil and a CSI Miami marathon.
