we can probably fix it if we clean it up all day
-counting crows
[alice in wonderland]
this new year's eve found me a bit like alice, down the rabbit hole in a little place called the porches with a host resembling the march hare. true to form, the plot was magical, with strange characters, stranger substances, and general chaos reigning the night.
or maybe it was more like dorothy in the wizard of oz, though i doubt very much that dorothy ever rode the bus, subject to bawdy cheers from passers-by. nor was she ever involved in inadvertent destruction of property, nor dancing
with reckless abandon, nor standing on a windy platform, waiting for the el with silver disco ball shoes in hand, nor hailing a taxi in tights at five a.m., extravagantly over-tipping upon arrival.maybe my new year's eve experience wasn't like any of those girls, but instead maybe it was celebrated true to form, in only the way i can. with fresh food, wonderful people, crazy antics, a windy city, and most importantly, with so much love.
here's to a fabulous new year.
peace all.
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