Howdy gang, Happy New Year! In an ironic twist of fate, I am writing this mini-hopper for New Year’s Day a few days in advance, and guess who has a raging hangover? Damn, I am hurting. It’s been a few years since I’ve been felled like this. I was finally able to eat something (at 4pm!), and that’s why I am grateful yet again for Brazilian pizza from Mozzarella di Bufala and a Coke, my angels. If you find yourself in pain today, give my cure a try—you can thank me later. Just consider my current condition (painful) field research that is entirely for your benefit.
Good thing I have a couple folks doing my writing for me this week (thanks Jerry and Jeremy!). Well, except for some hung over haikus and the bore, but I’ve had that piece brewing all year. I’m leaving for a week in New York this Friday, but you should have a fully loaded ‘hopper next week! The column, not me, silly. Actually, both are true. Anyway. Never mind.
Here’s wishing you all a very Happy 2k8 (2008)—I hope you’re feasting on some cotechino and lentils or Hoppin’ John today!
Cheers and clink clink!
~ Marcia
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