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Jan 1, 2012
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I’m staying in DC for the week. A house full of two year old boy laughs and giggles. A happy little place. My New Years Eve consisted of eating a huge Chinese dinner in Chinatown at this hole in the wall place. The type of place that had duck and other various dead food in the window and an elder chef making noodles for all to see. It was the best food I have ever had, I had platefuls of fried rice, chicken in various sauces, noodle soup and wontons till I was so full I told C. to just leave me, I don’t think I could make the three blocks to the metro. Then we came home to watch the ball drop. And that was it. I had a sober new year, except for a couple glasses of wine.
I miss The Boy, though. I left him back in Charleston to ring in the New Year by himself, left to his own devices. All I know is at 1130 I got a text that said “ICE LUGE!”. And he remembered to wish me Happy New Year at midnight….