Many, many thanks to everyone who braved freezing weather and the onset of the transit strike to celebrate (read: get hammered) with me last night. There were BFFs, bloggers, co-workers, co-conspirators, gays, straights, sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads.
..and as far as I could tell, a good time was had by all. The emails, cards, gifts, and phone calls I received warmed me to the depths of my crispy, blackened little heart. Amazing. So that's the danke schon part.
I'm going to refrain from expressing a detailed opinion on the unconscionable act of economic terrorism that the Transit Workers Union is currently perpetrating against New York City. Clearly, however, that's the big fuck you part. Happy holidays, you bastard fucktards.
I must say, though, that telecommuting in my jammies is just about the best thing ever. Best of luck to those of you here in the city who don't have that option. What a nightmare.