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believe it or not, it only took me a year and a half to finally catch up on my backlogged blog…that in itself deserves a drink.  and what better note to end/begin on than new year’s eve at the pink door.  tucked away in post alley, this cabaret-meets-cave is famous for their signature lasagna– something i refuse to eat anywhere else, and i’m fairly sure it’s made of angels. on saturdays, my favourite glamazon sydney devereaux produces a heck of a burlesque production in the back bar, where cocktail concoctions abound.  this all reinforces the fact that there are few things more satisfying about celebrating a new year in the first world than seeing other people work hard while you’re kicking back with a belly full of angels and a drink in hand.

texting and pink drinks: the heralding of a new year