All in all, a kick ass Woodmas celebration with absolutely no drama. Awesome. I've been celebrating Woodmas since 1997, five of them in Arizona and four in California and three of them with my wife and daughter and one Woodmas with my incredible new daughter Isabela. I love Woodmas. It's a day to just be happy and mellow and do whatever the hell you want to. It's a joyous, liberating day.
And early this morning I was sick and dry heaving and in screaming pain and Natasha held my hair back and wiped the sweat from my face and gave me water and patted my back and told me everything was going to be okay. She took care of me. Just like in the song "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton. I always feel guilty about drinking too much, probably last remnants of my old school catholic guilt, pre-Woodism. But Natasha took care of me and didn't mind one bit. And now she's sleeping. She's been out for a few hours now. I'm just hanging out with Emerald and trying to break free from the hangover haze I've been locked in all day. Man. I have a great fucking life.
Now I can't wait until next Woodmas.