THIS NEW YEARS:

After throwing a keg party in my tiny 3-bedroom walk-up (“Because ‘small apartment’ is just another word for ‘pretty big dancefloor once we move all the furniture’”) I found myself, and two gentlemen, lying a a plaid-covered futon. The floor was littered with keg cups, champagne corks, and gold tinsel, and my feet still ached from an akron/family-fueled post-3am dance party courtesy of the lovely friend who agreed to dj la fiesta. We curled together and smoked a joint, listening to fleet foxes ‘white winter hymnal’ and talking about old-people wisdom from underneath afghans. a wonderful start to 2009.

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