December 31, 2008
Erin and I are both a pint low. She will have her pint of vintage red through her picc line this afternoon (room 395 of St. Joe's if you have nothing to do before you don your gala clothes and leave for tonight's party circuit. Note to Bob: I am writing this on Wednesday, December 31. Do not go to St. Joseph's looking for Erin if the ball has dropped in Times Square. . .and remember that I am writing this while winking and smiling). I will have my pint in a mug this evening to celebrate saying good bye to 2008 (a year, by the way, I am not overly cross about leaving behind).