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Time to step into the sorta'-way-back machine again. I recall the days between Christmas and New Year's as one haze of partying. I think I went to three parties over the course of three nights. Oh, wait. The third party was the New Year's Day Board Game shindig at my pad. How could I have forgotten about that? Perhaps because I was dancin' like a fiend the night before?

If you've got twenty seconds, and who doesn't, check out these five snapshots taken just after the clock struck Midnight, 2007:

Oh, these two sure know how to party. How can it not be a good year if you start out by double fisting champagne?

Is that Listmaker getting into the swing of things? Actual fist-pumping? Or is he just stomping on the floor and moving his arms and torso along to the music?

Why can't I find myself at a dance party every weekend? It's summertime right now and if I were to purposefully go to a dance party, I think I might convince myself to wear a mesh t-shirt. A totally awesome plan, right?

Nothing says "good dancer" like a guy who forces you to take pictures of him with his camera and then dances with his mouth WIDE open. So, umm, let's cancel that mesh shirt plan.

Listmaker yells at the downstairs neighbors. Or, is he about to start breakdancing? You make the call.

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Despite my hope it would be THE accessory of the summer, I just got word from a man who knows chewing gum, Wrigley's COBALT still has him undecided on the goodness of the product. It is "oddly cooling" but possibly sore throat inducing. So much for the "definitely sharp" packaging delivering the goods. Perhaps we'll need to get our man at the counters to check out RAIN ("a tingling spearmint flavor") or FLARE ("warming cinnamon flavor").

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Earlier tonight Listmaker asked me what I do with all the photos I've taken for the last year and a half. "I file them" was my response. And that's it. I might flip through them but I no longer select the best shots and put them together for this webpage. I'm not sure when I lost interest in doing that, but I did. Handwashings mentioned that he missed my podcasts. I sort of miss doing them. I have a secret fear that I'll start smoking again if I do another podcast. It's total superstition.

Anyway, I think I'll post random blog entries in the near future about what I've been doing while in my thirties. Earlier today Handwashings and I took the G to McCarren Park pool for the Band of Horses show. We got there early and caught some rays. Listmaker joined us in time to see the headliners.

(Band of Horses)

(Handwashings is the king of relaxation.)

I had a fun time. I wish Band of Horses had been opening for a band a little more suited to the venue - someone a little more rousing and able to really take control of the space and the crowd. It was a free show, so I'm not really complaining. And I've got to say I'm a huge fan of that venue. Is it the best outdoor space for live music in the city?

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C. Larry called the personal finance post a bit of a downer, so I figure the time has come for a bit of an ego boost. I'm a few weeks behind in updating the blog of my bocce team so forgive me for jumping the gun here. A few hours ago I captured the Coffee Flats Terrors' Hot Hand of the Week Award. I couldn't be more psyched. After losing game one of our best of three match to the Po-Town Pallinos, Captain Clutch and I stepped onto the court and helped make short work of game two. I'm happy to report the balls rolled positively for us. I started to fall apart in game three, but managed to grab the seventh and decisive point. The Terrors are now 3 and 1 on the season. The summer trophy is in our sights.

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