Little Beethoven Versus the Christmas Calories

Much ado. Much unreported. Much to be thankful for. Many Calories killed. Happy New Years peoples. 2011 should be legend.

And so finds us the legend, Neal Hendrix, as photographed outside The Tasting Kitchen (thanks Bryce) in Venice Beach, late December. Neal, for the Tarboro set, is perfectly healthy and usually doing things we all wish we were capable of doing (sadplants). Please send prints, Neal. McKenna, to the barber.



Old Roomies. Looking particularly well adjusted.



And then, there was this guy.




German Christmas, 2010, Travis Heights. Dinner for 18, served at 9:15 PM. Beav on decor, prep, rolls rolling, guest services.




R&R.


The Leetes of the Pedernales, with Ben the Salumi man. This crew hit the Slint, went to 2:15AM.



Sacked en route to NC, 5:30AM.



First night in Charlotte, at the Club, Santa, John pretty much Done, weird Mr. Trixie.





Xmas eve, shrimp and grits, the Roberts.





Christmas Island, with tinkling green elves and accompanying sippy cups. Santa arrived, parted with the bulk of his inventory, Coco and Mo and the Jennings / McKenna diaspora crushed the balance. Good heavens.





First time meeting the baby Shea. Jane remarked, "he doesn't talk much". Observant that kid. The Jane / Clee fix is in and on.



And it was a White Christmas, fourth in a century. Jane upset the snowman had a button nose, not a carrot nose. Still talking about it.





Much loot accumulated concerning the cookie of meats and veg.



Little Beethoven, in concert.


And, the Christmas wagon.



Good luck parents in Paris. Hugs to our hosts - wow. Shouts to our missed friends in the Empire State, ATL, SF, DC, NC, VA.