Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash, What's Not to Love?

A friend topped me off that the Pogues will be playing in Chicago in early March and I took a deep breath and handed over the price of a ticket plus the highway-robbery fee Ticketmaster requires. That's right, little miss stay-at-home is out for a night of wine, Shane McGowan, and song. Actually, it's going to more like hard liquor than wine, since I never developed a taste for Guinness, but single-malt Irish whiskey, that's another story. I also managed to get a copy of Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash this weekend, and it's playing as I type. Despite the chilliness of the month so far, I can feel Spring on the way. Maybe it's just because it can only get warmer after last week, or that the stores are already stocking thin, strappy things, but I feel it. I'm working on a new writing project with the working title of First Time Around with a delightful partner, and I think it's going to be a winner. Yup, I've recuperated from the holidays, and life is looking up. I'm just hoping a cute, smart guy pops into my life and I don't fuck it up. Other than holding onto my job, what more could I ask for?