g'bye Christmas, hello 2006

Since I last blogged, my big jazz radio lawsuit story came out and, well, no hit men or women have been focusing on me as far as I can tell. Wagman did call, told me I hadn't insulted JJ enuff.

I went alone to the Beachcomber Christmas party at the Fish Tale, spoke with Marschall, Cindy, Kirt and a guy named Sean, ate shrimp, chicken, calimari and did my wine thing, with little in the way of consequences.

Marschall, in her special way, told me that with my white beard and attitude, I'd make a great Santa, earn lots of $$$. I told her I couldn't, "I'm a registered sex offender." Her jaw dropped past the table. Just kidding, Marschall, just kidding. Think I'll refine my humor. Liz and Jay gave out gifts, how nice...Beachcomber tee shirt to go along with my Rockitradio.net cap.

we had a full Christmas, full of drinking (Shea's concotions), hosted Brian, exchanged gifts and bought an 89 Volvo wagon for $2gs. Other than that, not much shaking (except the ice), tho we did talk with friends and Heather, who just closed on her 7-room house in HP, NJ near RU. OK? CULATER. Gotta grab some o' that Absolut while Sylv checks out her Van Gogh - vodkas, that is!!! And check out the parking sticker of the new car - Rutgers U!!