When I was fourteen, I wanted to be Nikki Sixx more than anything. I thought Mötley Crüe was the coolest band ever. Thanks to Novus’s “80s Prom” holiday party and a particularly fetching groupie my wish was fulfilled.

Also in that album are pictures of my other holiday misadventures. Our New Year’s Eve party was tons of fun, and it was great to see Patrick and Tanya in town. I feel a bit badly, though. Tanya wasn’t prepared for the tour de force that is my comedy, and I’m afraid I caused her to literally bust a gut!

I’ve posted a few random recent photos from the past month or so. I spent a weekend in Chicago with little sister, where we rocked out at the Strokes concert and got sick at Six Flags. I can’t go on rides anymore without getting sick! Does this mean I’m getting old? Is there a cure (for either the aging or the motion-sickness)?

The other shots are from a small, three-way 30th birthday dinner at Rossi’s for Ryan, Jason, and me. Fun times, despite the fact that I was wearing a full pint of beer within two minutes of my arrival.

I’m also pleased to report that my new job is going rather
well. I leave for Colombia in eight days, so watch this space for what
I hope will be another bunch of lovely photographs.

In other news, I recently broke my left collarbone. It really
hurt. A lot. But even as I could feel the pain through three shots of
morphine, I was chillin’ in the ER and laughing with Marc - who always
said he’d take me to the hospital some day. As I noticed the overdosed
teenagers and gunshot victims around me, I was pretty grateful for my
relative good health.