Another Year Down...

This year crashed to its end after being dragged through house parties, up and down Brooklyn's streets, in and out of Bellhouses.
I rung in the year, not so proudly (nor fully conscious), in a daze and doubled over a bathroom tub; resulting in an angel dressing me in jammies over my cocktail attire, and guiding me as I staggered like a half-blind, hiccuping newborn fawn up to my Peter Pan bed with a bucket.
Thank you, Kraken (black spiced) and Thank God for angels!!
The day following, I arose surprisingly sans headache - so I catapulted out of my cocoon on stilts and schlepped to watch the polar bears plunge into Coney Island beach.
No, not "rahr rahr!" - more like...like...this.
The gathering started hours before the actual plunge; at every turn, flabby septuagenarians or massive amounts of doughy cellulite-laden thighs, speedos worn by those with NO business in doing so, no view was safe. Lime green mankinis. [dry heave]


So we headed to watch The Plunge from the rocks.

This is concrete evidence at my apparently arrant absence of any center-of-gravity ability at all.
Yes, cowardly crawling across wave-beaten and barnacle bedazzled stone - all for the best view, which was pretty spectac...

FRIGID waters to say the least...absolutely, ludicrously, harrowing temps, that wet stuff thar...yip [haaaulk spitooey] won't be me in them wint'ry waters any tahm soon, nope. No sir-y BOB.

The best part of the whole plunge was this painfully cute golden retriever galloping and frolicking amongst all the white and wan wind-chapped specimens like it was nothing. Just trotting about proudly (chest out) catching sticks, tennis balls, and racing humans - oblivious to his hell-bent mission to rub their nose in his victory.

You can spot him just left and center in the pic above.

Here's a better shot of him - far left. Daaaaawww, so cute, gggaaaawww. Uh gulluh gulluh gulluh, uh who's dah keeewty! Yea you! Uh yes YOU are! Yes, YOU are! Uh good - UH good - UH good puh-wuh-wuh-wuppy!


[shakes out of stooper]


I break for dogs.


HIGHLIGHT: running into Paul Giammati!!!!! Awesome. Already, my year has been made.
Lady in the Water was a splendid film. I don't care what they say.


And to cap off the day: we all rolled into a friend's house for brunch...although it soon coasted into brinner. 
Couldn't think of a greater way to start this year. Rabbit sausage, bagels, mimosas.