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Hooray for 2006! Hope your New Year's Eve was fun, kiddies...here's how mine went down. It started off with me at the Keg sweating my sack off on expo as a food runner with the other girl who's also finishing training. Man was it gross...we got cut at 10:30 and I mopped my face with paper towel and slapped on some powder, hoping the sweaty glisten would fade by the time I got to Leslie's party in Toronto...I forgot to check but I assume it did.

So I made my way down to Leslie's kick-ass little house on Designer's Walk...where I found my lovely friends, a fountain of "fine champagne", and CUPCAKES! Shoot, score.



My camera twin was also there in fine form:



Yeah Fabian...I must remember to upload some pictures of my party last Thursday so my fans (all 3 of you) can appreciate the full hilarity of Fabs and his rad-ass gf Vinna.

Then of course we have JD sampling the mystery tart:



It was brie and jam. Brie...and jam. Not meatballs, Vinna.

After counting down to midnight and getting hugs but not kisses for the third year in a row (sob!), I waited for Jeffycakes to arrive...his jerk boss didn't cut him till super late, so after a 14-hour day, my bf finally arrived at the party around 2 AM. Boo urns.



Then it was time to stop stuffing my face with comfort food and champagne from the fountain of youth and make our way back to the Junction for a joint, as per tradish.

FAST FORWARD TO MORNING...

So, at some point while at work, I agreed to participate in the New Year's Day Polar Bear Dip into Lake Ontario with some fellow Keggers...I never knew it was for charity before, I just thought it was for complete idiots to show off their insanity by plunging into the icy pollution of our neighboring Great Lake. Being a total frickin' genius, I decide that since Jeff didn't give me what I wanted for Christmas (I asked him to quit smoking), I would jump into the lake and it would be then totally fair of him to quit. I would sacrifice heat, something I am addicted to and rather adore, and he would sacrifice cigarettes. Course, there was always the risk of "growing a third boob", as Sammy put it, as the waters of L.O. are...shall we say...FUCKING SICK...but if Jeff would just not die of lung cancer as our grandpas did, it would be worth it. Plus, who doesn't love an extra titty?



I dragged Jeff out of bed and picked up my brother and some warm gear in Milton before meeting up with the Keg crew in Oakville. We made our way to the beach and encountered some strange individuals, like the Ice Holes below.



Some people had to work later in the afternoon, so we got to be among the first to dive in. Since we were all in our work uniforms, the media photogs were loving us off.



The water's pollution levels, I have to say, were not what concerned me once I started running into the lake, despite having to sign the unsettling waiver. What did concern me was that my feet immediately transformed into blocks of ice that I could no longer feel, except of course for the stabbing pain associated with freezing skin...Curt decided that since I didn't trip on any rocks and accidentally go under, my polar bear dip "sucked", but we were forewarned not to go deeper than our waists. I happily complied.

I saw Chronicles of Narnia last night and it was almost as cute as I was when I was shrieking my way out of the lake!

I didn't make it onto the news last night, despite the Keg team mugging adorably for the CityTV camera, but check out the video Curt took...I look weird.