Really. Everything’s… fine.

We went to a big ass New Year’s party in a double wide brownstone on the upper west side. Yep, you read that correctly. Our hostess purchased the brownstone next to hers and opened it up. I get it. I mean, one brownstone always feels a little cramped to me.

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And with this crowd, she needed that little additional elbow room.

The place was packed. Wall-to-wall tuxedos and shiny little dresses, really, really high shoes, and piles and piles of flashy new year’s bling to add to your ensemble and… show tunes. SO many show tunes. It was the Broadway show tune crowd and everyone was singing at the top of their lungs just to make sure you knew why they were the lead in their college production of Pippin or The Music Man or Guys and Dolls or something. If our hostess had had the option to buy the brownstone on the *other* other side of hers, I would have told her to go for it. It was packed.

And it was loud. I finally realized that every party in New York is basically a piano bar. The holiday or the occasion doesn’t matter – birthday, funeral or Flag Day… it’s all just a piano bar. This new year’s party was a very well dressed piano bar, but it was a piano bar. The food was “meh” but there was an open bar, so who cares.

And the snow has stopped falling for now and it’s not sticking, so… I’m fine.

You’d think with all the time I’ve spent in Wonderland creating AliSin that I’d be used to it. Up being down. Left being right, or at least right-ish. You’d think I’d be comfortable in a place that defies all reason and completely makes no sense because… it’s Wonderland.

Did you know that in Wonderland the toilets even flush backwards, just like in Australia. The same Australia where AliSin is an official selection of the 2025 Dome Under Festival at the Melbourne Planetarium! 

I know, right? This makes three in a row for AliSin. Three official selections in three back-to-back festivals. We gotta be doin’ something right. I even put those little laurels on all our promo stuff. No one can read the tiny little mouse type, but they know you’ve been awarded something important, so… mission accomplished.

So what’s not fine about that?

That’s it. I’m not gonna get all mushy.

See ya ~ Kevin

p.s. The website is fine. The socials keep writing 2024 on their checks (Younger readers please see Wikipedia for the definition of “check”.)