A short battle ensued, and Christmas won again after the 2005th year. After a week or two of holiday parties where most of the conversation revolved around the other holiday parties you have or have to attend, I flew home to KS. Scott picked me up and we stopped in Lawrence for some pizza and then home to meet Lorenzo the Italian. That night my mom invited my friends over to eat chili and cinnamon rolls. Friday night me and my brother took the Italian and a German kid to see Walk the Line. I asked them what they thought, and the German said “it was not the best movie.” I said, “you’re welcome.” Little shits. Christmas Eve I wrapped my presents and we had dinner and opened the presents. I got some dvds and household needs. On the 25th Scott and Lorenzo headed off to the airport and me, mom, and Paul the German went out to grandma’s. We ate, did the gift exchange thing. I got some hankerchiefs and a pocket knife. That night we gathered at Jakes for beer drinking. Everyone planned ahead for No Sunday Beer Sales and there were 5 or 6 cases of beer for 8 people. I made an effort to drink all those beers but gave up when I was alone at 2am reading a book. Went to the Cooker, then Sam picked me up and we went to Lawrence and went to Free State on the way to KC. That night we ate dinner at Matt Blume’s and went out on the town. Jumping from closing bar to closing bar. I think we ate a bunch of tamales at 3am. Tuesday I felt dried up and shitty. Sam took me to the airport, and I upgraded my seat to first class and got my ass back to Brooklyn.

Also I read A Million Little Pieces by James Frey, as recommended by Oprah last September. I’ve noticed a lot of middle aged moms reading this. It is about this dude going through rehab and it is really fucked up.