To runstaverun and kikibird for the glasses last January.
To my ex for the corner etagere.
To hiphopatcong and runstaverun for helping me move.
To runstaverun for helping me get the TV in the car, and towelboy for getting it up the stairs.
To Joe, strawberrygal, and crew for the couch.
To hiphopatcong and his mother for the kitchen set.
To kikibird for help with the Ikea trip.

Without you, tonight would not have been possible.

Thank you to all those who came. Thanks for the many wonderful gifts, the great times, the great liquors and snacks, the fun conversations, the Sharpton pushing, and the piece of pie humor. Good fucking times.

Will recap the past two weeks later. Sleep is calling me. For having a party and dozens of people over, this place is really fucking clean. Civilized friends, eh? Except that despite having an apartment full of degrees, not one person could figure to jiggle a toilet. Oh well. Good times.

Thank you all. Rock on.

Feeling: thankful
Listening to: Hoboken street noises