I had a fever of one hundred and... one. So, I didn't manage to get it up to the number endorsed by Foreigner to officially don me with the title of "Hot Blooded". But still, it was probably the "sickest" I've been since a wee child, and it kept me hallucinating and bedridden for four days. Carumba.
The holiday travels were quite enjoyable. Hydro and I had a complete blast up in Massawhosetts visiting the family for first Christmases. A lot of cooking and eating (done by all of us) to go along with a healthy portion of game playing (mostly by me & Brother Mark & Amy). The Rocking, however was something to be enjoyed by all, with our power trio, The Hillies, gaining over 30,000 fans and a shiny new bus in just a morning full of gigs. But, the band had to be put on hiatus when the D-Bolts had to shuffle off for NYC (and second Christmases).
Photos for both Xmases can be peeped on Flickr, with a sizeable number of ones being taken in the City -- due to the new lens I received then, and the fact that I was too darn lazy (and Mark was doing a damn fine job of taking them with his camera) while in Mass...
Once back in the city, we got to celebrate the births of Marcs and Diesel (photos to come soon), which also brought the added bonus of seeing Corey and Nells, and Duck & Ms. Rabbit. Time flies too fast, though, and before we knew it, they were gone and New Year's was here -- and along with it, a birthday for the lovely Amy. The cursed television gods forced her back to work on her birthday, but we still managed to take in a romantic evening of thin crust pizza and Johnny Depp slicing open people's throats while singing.
Isn't that romantic?
Before I could say "there's a whole in the world like a big black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with --", I came down with a whooping of a cough and the aforementioned fever. A formidable New Year, thus far.
