Please allow me to get all Jesus-y here for a second.
As we celebrate the birth of the Christ child ( or whatever variation your particular religious faith has adapted from Pagan winter solstice celebrations ) , I realize I'm in my 'Jesus year.' Yes, kiddies, daddy has reached the ripe young age of 33.
Let me stop right here and disabuse you of the notion that I am comparing myself to Jesus Christ. Far from it, actually. I am not the son of God. I have never changed water into wine ( the other way around, maybe ) . When I die, however tragic it may end up being, I strongly doubt it will absolve anybody of their sins. But I am the same age, which is the only significance I'm getting at here.
Over the years, I have noticed that the older I get, the less I want. As a kid, there was always a new Ken doll or chemistry set I had to have. But as I age, my desire for stuff has somehow subsided and has been replaced by a genuine desire to see others get what they want/need/deserve. It brings me joy.
It is in that vein that I offer y'all this year's Nightspots gift guide, 'Nightspots' Favorite Things.' May you all get what you like. And if you're not sure what you like, take a hint from any one of the wonderfully witty ladies and gentlemen who agreed to participate in this issue.
And here's a tip from ol' Kirk.
If you want to make me happy ( as so many of you have drunkenly offered of late ) stop in to Jackhammer and donate to defray the medical costs of one of our favorite Jackhammerers, George Stowell. Seems George isn't doing too well ( and that's really all the info I have ) and he needs our help. So maybe buy one less Sex and the City DVD or one less mochafrappasuckacino at Starbucks and sling some green to a cause that matters. You'd be making a lot of people very happy.
And yourself, too, I would hope.