Rented a car last Friday and went out to Ikea to get some stuff for the house, the main item being a new bed. After putting all that stuff together with tiny wrenches supplied in the boxes, we went out with some of Jennie’s crew. First to a bar, then to a party. It was in this loft and it was all decorated like a bad version of the Real World. It was lived in by some young corparte types, we spent most of the night making fun of their decorating choices, which probably made us more gay than them. We got up earlier than we usually would on Saturday and got all ready to go up to Palenville for NYE. A bunch of my people booked some rooms in this crazy “lodge” which was really a place that some Romanian family owns as a getaway for their friends and family. We figured that the paint had barely dried in the rooms we were staying in. I wish I could describe it better, but there was just too much happening and right now it seems undescribable. Now I am back home and of course I am sick.