Epiphany!

Welcome back to the new year of 2011. I congratulate you if you still come to my blog hoping for sweet internet ramblings of a wandering little earthling. It's a strange urge to write and I can feel in slowly building up in my elbow, cramping my joint and forcing its way down my ulna onto my wrist ultimately exploding out of my fingerprints. I suppose, technically err anatomically err blogtochincally, we all write with all fingerprints.

Tonight, after a merry month in an old pink house in the 7th ward, we are having our first official house party. Having invited everyone I know over to celebrate the arrival of the 3 kings and the grand start of Carnival season, I expect pure magic to happen. The magis would have it no other way. This morning I cleaned the bathroom floors with paper-towels while talking on my cellular to a friend in Dallas about assisting in the development of a childhood obesity cessation program. That last statement is obviously irrelevant to the previous ones but does signify that I have been cleaning. We don't have a chore wheel, so we gotta yell it when we get some chores done round our casita rosa.

Fiesta activities will include: outdoor foosball, outdoor standing while drinking, outdoor sitting while drinking, exclusive outdoor smoking (cigars, cigarettes, and hookah), indoor drinking while standing, indoor sitting while eating, music dancing, music singing, chitchat, light banter, celebratory embraces, leftover holiday cheer, newfound appreciation of the gluttony preceding lent, and fuzzy memories for the following day.

Anyone who reads this and has not been invited, is now invited. You are the reason we celebrate.