I went to Nocturne last night after a lot of mental duress involving what I should wear and whether or not I’d have fun going solo. I had fun. I danced my ass off, actually. It’s still in the club. I did this after I had a tough workout involving deadlifts and lunges. Those two exercises in particular are ones that I love to hate and hate to love. I’m afraid I went a bit overboard on the beer. I drank four. I woke up this morning with a long agenda of things to do as I prepare for the transition to Minnesota. I also woke up with a giant friggin’ headache. Ugh.

Here’s a picture of me at my company’s holiday party last month. I’m carrying the wine I won. It’s in this cool carrier thing they got from The Container Store. That’s my brother-in-law Frank to the right. He won an iPod Shuffle. I’d never won anything at these parties before, so yay! We drank this wine on Christmas with the family. My review? Eeew! It was… bad. I wondered if we left it out for a few days if it could get much worse. Still, the carrier thingy more than makes up for it. Oh, hey, you can see half of my sister’s face to the far right. I think she was picking her nose. Hmmm. Ummm. Yes, that’s a framed picture of a butt on the wall. Don’t fear the nakie. Hey, I’m nakie right now while I’m typing this. Okay. I’m oversharing. Look at the picture.