That is indeed a shot of me taken at my desk at home chugging a bottle of scotch.
I spent the night at STAPLES Center watching the Kings demolish the Vancouver Canucks. That was fun. By the time all the postgame interviews were done, it was 10:05 and I had a decision since I decided to Metro it to the game to avoid the shit-for-brains on the road. Do I finish my story at the arena and ring in the new year in LA Live somewhere, or do I jet home and celebrate 2012 by myself?
I obviously chose the latter since I really hate humanity. So there it is, me drinking while finishing my story and being the very last story on LAist for 2011. I think I will buy that noose right now.