Work at Studio 54 went great tonight. The crowd was electric and there were no problems except a few underage kids and a few drunk people. Couple of potential fights could've happened but got broken up without incident.

Observation: Winter is cold, obviously. But my vision of winter is all the trees covered in a thick layer of hoar frost. Lately, we've had a lot of it and I love it. A thick fog rolls through and cakes the frost on the tree branches, with the end result of every branch having about an inch of frost on it and the definition outlined by it. God, that makes no sense, but it's SO awesome. It's as if everything is in a suspended animation of winter chill.