6:26pm:
“Happy New Year’s, man,” he says.
“Same to you.”
We hang up. My thoughts are happy, knowing that my pizza will be here in an hour. Mexican pizza. And Mayday and I will get to enjoy it together. Two weeks left here, and I move out.
I worry about eating, knowing I’m going to be doing it all over again in four hours. Open bar. Thirty friends. Excited. Nervous. Nervous.
All night. Good times. They should be.
Tomorrow will be a new year.
Happy new Year!!!
So….will there be another website? where will we follow you?
ipanemic.com is staying here for a while. I don’t know how long exactly, but for the forseeable future, it will remain. This is home. At some point, I will probably move from this address to another, but for now, this one makes sense.
So I’ll be here. And I’ll stay on the beach, more than likely.