To New Beginnings.

Well, that year went out with a bang. Took the Day Without A Gay off and met up with a small but spirited protest against Proposition 8 that evening. Met with a kitchen designer to discuss layouts and kitchen cabinets. The next morning I was laid off from my job. At least we hadn’t done all of our Christmas shopping yet.

A week later we left for Virginia for our usual big family holiday event there and sadly had a poor experience in Virgin America’s First Class. We expect to fly coach next time…and like a Cher farewell concert, we referred to the flight as “our first last-time-in-First.” But it might end up as our last after all. Returned for a city inspection (that was more effort setting up than complying with) and a canceled kitchen appointment and a living room full of…stuff. (I have a bit of cleaning, sorting and organizing to do.)

Consequently we really were just hoping for an uneventful New Year’s Eve celebration, which is what we got. Making all the lucky foods we can—black eyed peas, greens, cornbread, round cakes—and wearing yellow underwear while doing it. Not that I’m superstitious or anything.

I’m not making a New Year’s resolution to blog more, but I’ve been enjoying microblogging with Twitter and Plurk (and Facebook), so I’m hoping I can translate that into more posts. Perhaps I’ll finish my World AIDS Day post or some of my half-finished work-related ones. Perhaps I’ll subject you to more about my gaming life and about my hunt for a new job. A friend of The Boyfriend’s said that even though I’m unemployed, we should still drink champagne sometimes—and that it’s probably even more important that we do. So I raise a glass and toast to you. Best wishes for your 2009.

To the Lord let praises be
It’s time for dinner now let’s go eat
We’ve got some beans and some good cornbread
Now listen to what the preacher said.

—Lyle Lovett, “Church”

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