Hey Friends,

Usually Matt, our singer (and recent fancy book-learnin' graduate) is at the helm of this clambake, but not tonight. No, tonight it is Christmas and I am intoxicated by several hundred glasses of red wine, a lovely slice of bloody beef and unlimited access to this super-fancy computer at my daddy's house in Richmond. I cannot get enough. Of the computer, that is. I am restless and sweaty with the memory of sitting on Santa's lap at the mall...

James is in Lil' Rock, AK rocking with his former band, Trusty. Trip is quivering with anticipation as he prepares to attend the James Brown show this week. Matthew is plotting his next fashion move (those perfect suits don't tailor themselves, you know) and me, I am listening to Nina Simone sing "Children Go Where I Send You" (holy crap, she is incredible, she even makes me like x-mas songs) and feeling maudlin and trying not to smoke.

And you should know that I've got a fever, and the only cure is more cowbell.

Thw Whips love you and we hope Santa left big hunks of good stuff in your stockings.

XOXOXO,

Arika