Sick Sick Sick

Yes, I have that hollerdaze sickness that's going around. I know I have been a little quiet lately, but December is the busiest month of the year with all of the holiday fuss, too many parties, too much whiskey, too much too much too much. But even though I'm sick, I love the adrenaline rush that comes with hustle and bustle and am majorly bummed thahttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gift I am missing out on quite a few exciting things going on this week.

Last night was the Tell All Your Friends and Gigantic Holiday party, and I so wanted to be there drowning my cold with the free Bushmills, but I knew from the night before that whiskey would only be a temporary solution and that I would probably just get sicker the next day.

The last treats club meeting is tonight, and I can't go sneeze on the gingerbread house they are going to be building. I've always wanted to make one of those cute little candy houses. Bugger!

I am also missing the French Kiss Records party over at B-Side with Les Savy Fav on the decks. The only consolation is that I plan to attend the LSF-extravaganza on New Year's Eve, right after I see The Big Sleep and Earl Greyhound rock the Mercury Lounge. 2008 is going to be special.

Tomorrow night there is a concert for the new Judd Apatow film Walk Hard. How I want to be there so badly!!! I sort of adore Mike Viola and wanted to see the songs performed live by John C. Reilly. How comically brilliant is that going to be? Majorly, I say.

Hopefully I will be better by the time Friday rolls around so that I can see one of my faves, A Place To Bury Strangers, take the Bowery Ballroom stage by storm with The Cloud Room, The Giraffes and Blacklist.