It's Christmas morning and I am exhausted from yesterday's réveillon - I was so tired that when Chris called me on my cell from British Columbia, I grumbled in sleep and tossed the phone across the room. Sorry Chris! It was nice to wake up to his message on the voice-mail, though.

The party was great, everyone had a good time. Old friends and new faces too, which is an interesting mix. Everyone seemed enthralled by Manon's painting, which she has renamed "Ruby". People would walk up to Ruby in awe and stare. I love art. I am planning to buy another piece soon from a local artist, more details will arise soon. Anyway, things went generally well and people were drinking and smoking away happily. Apart from a few incidents, including a few horny people and someone pissing all over the living room floor in a drunken haze (as Manon said, I previously thought this behaviour was reserved for rock stars in their hotel rooms but I guess not), it was great. Unfortunately I decided to pop The Big Lebowski into the DVD player the next afternoon, which Manon did not find amusing. Like in the film, she had to get rid of her rug which "tied the room together, man".

Gotta go. I am in charge of making a massive brunch for my family this morning - many different types of eggs, hollandaise sauce, bacon & sausages, pancakes and muffins, etc - and I'm lagging behind!

Ahhhhh but my vacation has begun and I feel terrific! Looking down at my pyjama pants as I write this is a great delight!