Happy New Year, Harry.

Happy New Year, Ron.

Oh HP. Where would we be without you? You came into our lives when we were your age, and now you magically jumped 19 years and are old, married, and have 4 kids. Is JK Rowling trying to tell the world something?

Anyway, one Saturday before Christmas Eve would have been a lot more miserable without you. We were sick, see? Dreadfully sick. And then McKenzie had this idea, this AMAZING idea.

"Brilliant" I'd say.

She had snuck a peek at one of her Christmas gifts, which just happened to be all 8 of your brilliant movies. "That's bl**** brilliant!" I said. So when we could have spent all day feelin sorry for ourselves and mopin around. You and your brilliant British accent came to our rescue. So thank you for everything.

As wonderful as our reunion with the 8th magical wonder of the world was, the JAZZ GAME was even better. (Layne might even say it was the best thing to ever happen to him...next to me of course.)

Layne scored SWEET seats next to Gordon Hayward two drunk guys in the 9th row of the lower bowl on the baseline. The drunk guys ended up pretty cool, as they helped us unite section 13 for louder cheers that eventually helped the Jazz win the game! At least we'd like to think they helped them win.

See all that confetti? Oh, yeah. We were actually close enough to get some on us. Beats the 3rd row from the top of Mt. Everest seats that i've always been stuck with! Even though everyone knows that that's where the best fans are. Except when they are sitting in Section 13, Row 9...