As one of my Australian friends is prone to saying, "it's colder than a witch's tit out there!" (I have no idea where she got this expression.) Either way, that hasn't stopped many people from going out and enjoying the beginnings of the First Night festivities downtown. Walking back from Boston at 3:30PM, I saw that Copley Square is already filling up with people and so far no one has been dumb enough to try and lick the giant ice sculpture in the middle of the square. There's time yet.

It turns out that my friends have bought me a ticket to go with them to Aria, a club downtown in the Theatre District. Apparently, they've had these plans for a while and asked me one night while I was drunk if I wanted to go with them, and apparently I said yes. So, as Aimee said, I may not feel like celebrating much about this past year, but I should celebrate the fact that it's over. Jerry Garcia was right -- what a long, strange trip it's been, indeed.

I guess the only thing I'm resolving for 2002 is to have a better year than 2001. And I hope you all do as well. So welcome, everyone, to 2002: A Kick-ass Odyssey.