six feet under.

Six Feet Under. Just the latest in the line of shows that the Mrs. and I "own." Own as in street basketball term for "all over it" or "been there, done that." This one is short, but an ode to the almost-extra human Michael C. Hall. I pray he is around long enough to see on Broadway and even way longer so we can see him in Vegas!! ::ba da dum dah:: ::BAM!!:: Here is to minimal pain and a speedy recovery for the most saintly Broadway-performing queer, serial killer ever. This one's for you.

Domestics.

The five domestic spots that I would like to visit. I have been to a few of them already, but no reason not to go back. In no particular order and why:

1. New York City, NY
Why: Christmas/New Year's.

I am not a fan of its teams or fans, but the sports franchises are legendary.

2. Miami, FL
Why: Multiple cruise lines port in this sexy ass city.

The beaches and nightlife.

3. San Diego, CA
Why: My birthplace.

Once again, the beaches and quite honestly, the pace of life.

4. Seaside Heights, NJ
Why:

5. New Orleans, LA
Why: The overall history.

Just seems bad ass. Not just at Mardi Gras (but, that too.)

Even after you pissed me off last night

Now I forgive you.

Happy New Year!

Twenty-ten marks our fifth year together.

And the year Tyler will grow the most mountain-man beards.
He shaved it yesterday and immediately decided he looks like a baby without it.
I just can't wait until it grows back!!
Can you feeeel that sarcasm?

Anyway, happy new year to you and yours! It's going to be a good year, I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes...