Dear 2010, so far you totally rock

It's true.  We're in love with you.   We even love your name.

Let's see, how did it begin?  Oh, yeah, just a couple of hours after a gaggle of friends left our place we were up @ Provini when Midnight opened the door and you came in, all whoopee and kissing.  Then we slid down the hill to Bar Toto and there was more whoopee and kissing.   Then we went sideways to Gingers for a while where it was orange light and thumpa thumpa thumpa.  Then we went deep to Sunny's and wasn't that fun!  What a crush!  Not sure how we made it home - must have bought a vowel or two along the way.

Then, a little cruelly maybe, it was up pretty early so we could clear our heads, find our orange invites, and make our way to the inauguration! Mayor Mike, our man and Public Advocate Bill De Blasio, and Comptroller John Liu.  That was glorious, sitting out there in the crowd in front of City Hall, the mix of folks who'd invested their time or money in pushing their ideas and wants through the political process. Racially & economically mixed, with the common thread of having opted in rather than having opted out. And hey, it was a little folksy - students from the newcomer's high school in Queens introduced the speakers & office holders & told jokes.  Small town New York.   (And this is the twin school that our neighbor Brooke Hauser wrote about in the Times.  Remember? This Thing Called Prom.)  Yada yada.  It was great fun, but cold and when it was over thousands of people who had been holding their pee suddenly needed a place to go, totally overwhelming the local coffee shops.

Then home, dear Twentyten, where we did up a couple of sausages and had them on the last of the home made batards of ratty old 2009.   Jeez, that old year looks dreary already, doesn't it?  Dinner was with pesto Laurita put up during the summer on what was probably the best smelling day of Oh Nine. Then we hauled out a fresh ham we'd been hoarding, already slathered with the adobo sauce we'd mixed up earlier in the day, and got that into the oven. Couldn't go to sleep until it was out, and then almost couldn't sleep when it was out 'cause the air was so thick with pork.  But we managed, dear Twentyten, we managed.