a very hairy beary Christmas

There's a new Paul Rudd film called "I Love You, Man," about a guy who is on the hunt for a Best Man. In one scene locks lips with Thomas Lennon (Lieutenant Jim Dangle, "Reno 911") who thinks Rudd's character is looking for a date.

DC is already a ghost town, but there are a few things to do here and there. On Thursday there's the All-Star Christmas Day Jazz Jam at the Kennedy Center, and on Friday you can hear Golem, a six-piece Eastern European folk-punk band is “where Eastern Europe meets the Lower East Side.” Golem, not Gollum.

I'm staying in town, but have been quiet about my plans. If you brag about how you're going to stay in the District and chill out over the holidays, people with pets will approach you to perform babysitting duties. Then you end up spending your vacation time running around all over town taking care of animals the whole weekend, when you originally intended to just chill out. So it's best to stay quiet this time of year.

I'll be having a very hairy Christmas Eve at the annual Baltimore Bear Party tonight. I've been explicitly told that it is not officially a "Bear" party, but bitches please, you've never seen that many large people of facial hair under one roof. Speaking of fur in a warehouse, Joe.My.God posted his photos of his visit to DC to debauch at Blowoff.

Tomorrow we're having Christmas dinner upstairs. Hopefully the two Seans will negate each other. One is the type to spend three days formulating just the right demi-glace so it is absolutely perfect on top of the Cornish game hens. The other is content with Stove Top stuffing. Hopefully the result will be something in between the two extremes. Hopefully it will not be too intense. I've learned to fear the gays on the holidays, as they often go over the top.

The moustache is brought to its logical conclusion. Thanks Fitz!