Christmas Eve at the Red Room: hugely disappointing.
Does this look like a crushingly depressing Christmas Eve tableau? The sort of sight that Charles Bukowski might have seen before erupting in volcanic torrents of vomited eggnog? I submit to you that it is not. And that’s a problem.
I suppose I had a good enough time hanging out with Matt and Spencer. But to be honest, we were all looking forward to a repeat of last year: a bar with few people, plenty of despair and “Fairytale Of New York” on a nonstop loop.
But instead there were no Pogues albums on the jukebox, there were lots of people, and I ended up having a pretty good time. Rats.
Check out Stars’ cover of “Fairytale of New York.” It’s amazing. If you can’t find it anywhere, let me know, and I’ll – gasp! – e-mail it to you.