Hi Monkeys, I’m back again. Sorry for the delay.

My trip to Thailand was superb.

There were moonlit beaches, there were massages, there was muay thai fighting, there was me muay thai fighting, there were dance clubs, there were incredible meals, there were good friends, there were temples and fortune tellers and lady boys and bands. It was everything I hoped and more.

I have pictures I’ll share.

In the meantime, I had a very weird NYE. It started out really fun, at my friend’s place. He had about 30 people over and my other friend was bartending and it was nice to talk to everyone. As usual, everyone dressed up super fancy. The girls had their diamond necklaces and the boys their suits and ties. I had on jeans, boots and a black t-shirt, as usual. The beard works. I don’t care what majority consensus says about beardedness. I think it fits me.

Anyway, we stayed until around 2a and then me and Gio took my friend (who hosted), his brother, his Jordanian friend and a girl, out to a metalbar called 3 of Cups, which is LES. Gio and I were planning on going and then just extended the invitation and I was suprised they wanted to come along. We cabbed it over and the place was packed and full of interesting people. As always, it had great music. I’ve gone in there a few times with Gio and now I usually get free beers.  Lots of musicians hang out in there, especially those on tour passing through NYC, and many of my favorite metal guitarists seem to pass through all the time. There have been plenty of “holy shit, is that <so and so from so so>?!” Usually Gio’s like, “yeah, let me introduce you to him.”

Anyway, we go in and it’s cool. But it didn’t stay that way long. The Jordanian guy, who was really wasted, said something to the bartender. Not sure what, and still don’t know, but she got PISSED. She yelled at him to get the fuck out. He tried to talk his way out of it but it wasn’t happenin. These huge metal dudes all came over and escorted him out. On his way out, the bartender threw a glass that exploded on the wall next to him. Pretty intense. My friend (who hosted the NYE party), went up to the bartender to try and figure out what happened, but she immediately kicked him out, too. “Get the fuck out!!!!”

So, they left. I stuck around with Gio and my date for a bit to make sure I was still cool in that bar. After an hour or so, we headed to Double Down where they were serving all night, and talked about getting kicked out of bars. Eventually we ended up at Cafeteria for pre-crash breakfast at 6am, I was home at 8:30a and ready for a long, epic sleep.

So that was my post-Thai, post-HK NYE this year. Fairly epic.

Training starts today, shortly.

We’re supposed to have a big blizzard tonight and I can’t, can’t can’t wait for it. I really hope it’s HUGE and shuts the city down tomorrow. It’d be the best.

The metal guitar god is still staying over but I’m ready to have my place back to myself soon. He says he has a place that becomes available in mid-Feb. That seems like a long ways off. I’m missing my quiet space. Also, I don’t like having to check to see where he is if I want to bring a girl over. I shouldn’t have to do that… also, he doesn’t pay rent or anything.

He started staying on Nov. 2, so it’s getting to be quite a thing.

Catch you tmrrw.