Last night I got a new phone, because (a). my old one was several years old, (b). I was sick and tired of missing and losing calls, and (c). I wanted a unit that would stay charged for more than an afternoon at a time.

Down at the AT&T store, I talked a salesman into giving me his last Motorola Razr V3 for free, because I am awesome. The salesdude was all, “We’ve got a bunch of the higher end models here, but only one V3 left in the store, and it’s black. Is that okay?” And I was like, “SIGH. I SUPPOSE that would be all right. But only if you can give me a discount.” Because I totally would not have demanded it in black in the first place, or anything.

And finally, after what — nearly two years now? — I’ve agreed to admit that I live in Seattle, and I signal this resignation with a brand new local phone number. I think I got most of my regular callers updated last night; but let this be a warning to you: if you think you have my phone number, there’s a chance you’re mistaken.

Anyway, insert transition here.

So what’s going on in this town for New Year’s? Last year I stood in my jammies on top of Cap Hill with Ellen with a mug full of rum and watched the fireworks down at the Space Needle. This was a perfectly pleasant way to spend the event, and if I wind up repeating it, then I won’t consider the night a bust by any stretch of the imagination.

But this year I’m feeling more … I don’t know. I think I’d like to go somewhere and get dressed up all fancy and fun-like. Maybe it’s just been Maudelynn’s creative influence, but I’m dying to throw on a mask and a ball skirt and hit the town. It’ll be New Year’s eve!* And besides — the marvelous Ms. Jhayne will be passing through the area, and she’s been asking for recommendations.

Can I get a little help from the local folks? Comments and suggestions are most welcome.