new years at 288 was family fun as usual... dick clark and his now oddly familiar slow & groggy voice puts you into the most perfect slumber after the ball drops. rock band rocked our night away with mommy givin' the drums a scandalously loud vocal try, mika monopolising the mic, and everyone else rotating on and failing on the guitar... unless of course they were under the age of 16. a home cooked meal, champagne and party poppers to follow... who could ask for anything more. a solid antm shoot (you were missed kook), the missing of one toasting glass and the retrieval of another one later and all was right in the world.
[for the record: babe did not make it to midnight on account of a punctual 9:00 bedtime.]
[...not to mention a punctual daddy.]
