Hard to believe my gala holiday break is drawing to a close, and I’m setting my alarm for the first time in 2 1/2 weeks to wake me up for work tomorrow.  It really is true that the older you get, the faster time goes by.

But before we can look forward, we should look back because man is nothing without his past, right?  Denver with The Best Friend™ was awesome… my first night there, we went to this great little Irish pub, where we basically befriended everyone in the bar (including the bartenders), and in a rare display of me completely leaving my senses (which I will blame more on the lack of oxygen thanks to the altitude rather than the alcohol), I ordered a round of shots for everyone in the bar.  The following night, we did some cleanup and baking and other preparation for New Year’s Eve — I even made Jell-O shots and an ice luge.  The party itself was kickass — everyone enjoyed their liquor, there was a good deal of Guitar Hero playing (and I’m proud to say I picked up the game to the point where I was able to hold my own), there were lots of love and fun in between trips outside where it was effing cold to do shots off the ice luge, and at one point The Best Friend™ decided to chug an entire bottle of maple syrup (Super Troopers, anyone?).  I even got to play bouncer and throw out some asshat at the end of the night.  Naturally, I was not quite ready to leave this morning, but had to pack up and go the way of the setting sun.

So now I’m back home.  And 2008 can begin officially.  I’m looking forward to seeing what it will bring.