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Happy New Year.

Spent New Year's Eve on the west side with two of my best friends, eating good food, drinking good beverages (for the most part), and dancing to raucous 80s music at a small bar. At midnight, they opened a balloon net that had been hanging above our bobbing heads to the tune of Queen and Bowie's "Under Pressure," and as I reached my arms up in welcome, singing along, I felt like it was one of those classic moments that called for an overhead, spinning shot of my happy face, twirling the opposite direction as the camera, arms outstretched and colorful balloons bouncing everywhere, as I celebrated the arrival of the impossible year.

And it turns out that come the Chinese New Year, it will be the Year of the Snake, so here's to hoping that the number 13 is luckier than it has been.

And you gave me your number, so...yeah. Here's to that.

Rollin' in right. Here we go.