On the occasion of ending a pretty darn good year.
10. Some Friday night in the winter or spring: Drinking too many margaritas with Andrew and Erin at the Guapo’s in Tenleytown, then going next door to purchase Snickerdoodle cookies at Whole Foods, then holding them up to a heat lamp while declaring, “Fresh baked!” You’d have to be there.
9. Some Sunday afternoon in May: Meeting Albert. At long last, Andrew and I have a good friend in our own neighborhood. If only there was something good to do there.
8. Saturday, June 21: Treating The Moms to her first cosmopolitan on the patio at Poste after taking her to see “Sex and the City.” One sip and she was hammered. It was cute.
7. Saturday, July 21: Attending the Grammy Foundation’s Starry Night dinner in Los Angeles with my boss. I attended a dinner with Chris Martin, Tom Jones, Yoko Ono and Sir George Martin, but truth be told, the best part was spending the evening with the boss. (No, not Springsteen. The actual boss.)
6. Saturday, Aug. 9: Reaching the end of our canoe expedition in Lost River, W.Va. If ever you hear me say I want to go canoeing again, please have me committed, because I’ve clearly lost my mind. (Still, if I must have a miserable “Deliverance”-style experience, I suppose I’d rather have it with Justin and Steve than just about anyone else.)
5. Thursday, Aug. 21: Meeting Nikolai the Serbian Waiter in Rehoboth Beach, Del. Ah, Nikolai. How sad that our summer love affair that existed only in my mind. (Just as your romance with Andrew existed only in his.) We’ll always have Aqua.
4. Thursday, Oct. 21: Touring the Tower of London. Dickie Dover, tour guide extraordinaire, made this the highlight of my visit to London. You can see video of his Jack the Ripper tour here.
3. Tuesday, Nov. 4: Watching CNN declare Barack Obama president-elect. One day, I hope I look back on that night and realize it was the moment the world changed forever.
2. Sunday, Dec. 14: Treating The Dads and family to brunch at the Guapo’s in Tenleytown A nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
1. Any and every evening I spend with Andrew. In the summertime, there is absolutely no one I’d rather stay up all night talking with over a bottle of wine on the balcony. In the wintertime, nothing makes me happier than looking across the living room and seeing him sitting in his chair, wearing his headphones and blogging away. I am thankful for him every day.
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1. “Milk.” An instant classic.
4. “Swingtown,” CBS. The cancellation of this prime time serial – which played more like a gauzy memory of suburban America in the ’70s than a soap opera – was the greatest TV crime of the year. “Swingtown” was the spiritual descendent of my beloved “Knots Landing,” boasting a triumphant triumvirate of women characters – Susan, Janet and Trina – that recalled Karen, Val and Abby in their heyday. If CBS’s suits were smart – heavy emphasis on the “if” – they’d keep “Swingtown” alive, making the show a summertime tradition.
9. Plaid pajama bottoms. Remember how Ricky Ricardo would wear the pajama bottoms and Lucy would wear the top? I wonder if Andrew and I could recreate that look in our home?
8. through 6. “The Kennedys: Portrait of a Family,” “Remembering Jack,” “A Time It Was.” I went on a real Kennedy kick in the spring and summer, reading a ton of books about Jack and Bobby. I added these photography books to my Amazon wish list and – surprise! – I got all three.

5. Brushed cotton blazer. I really like the way this fits. Of course, if I don’t quit eating the Christmas cookies, I’ll never be able to wear it.
4. “Lincoln: The Biography of a Writer.” This has made several critics’ year-end “best of 2008” lists. I hope it lives up to the hype.
3. “The West Wing.” I’ve wanted to own the complete series since, well, the series ended. It’s about time someone got this for me.
2. Canon Pixma MP620. Truly an unexpected surprise. Now I can digitize my TV Guide collection and post it here! Imagine the storage room I’ll save.
1. Big Ben ornament. The ninth ornament Andrew has given me in our eight-and-a-half-years together. I hope this will become an enduring reminder of the time we spent in London this year.
5. WWF action figures. In 1984, about the time I began realizing I was different from other boys, I asked Santa to bring me these. I think I was hoping my dad and brother would be impressed by my sudden interest in something “macho.” Santa obliged, but I don’t think I ever really played with these.
4. Boba Fett large action figure. Santa brought me this in 1979 – and I hated it. I had no idea who Boba Fett was; it would be another six months before the character made his debut in “The Empire Strikes Back.” (I guess I didn’t remember Boba from his cameo in the “Star Wars Holiday Special” in 1978.) Looking back, I realize how foolish I was to turn up my nose at one of the coolest action figures ever produced.
3. “M*A*S*H” toys. In ’82 or ’83, I received the entire line of “M*A*S*H” action figures, vehicles and playsets, including the military base. I had a lot of fun playing with this stuff, even though I didn’t become a “M*A*S*H” fan until my late teens. The real oddity here is why someone produced toys based on a very adult TV show.
2. “Six Million Dollar Man” action figure. I owned several of these during the course of my childhood. According to one family photograph, I received at least one of them on Christmas Day.
1. Star Wars laser pistol. This toy earns the top spot on this list because its presence in my life was so fleeting. I received it on Christmas morning in 1977 or 1978 and, soon thereafter, left it in the booth at the restaurant where my mom waited tables. (My memory tells me this happened later on Christmas Day, but what restaurant is open on Dec. 25?) Regardless, I never recovered this pistol after it left my hot little hands.
Overview: The story behind the story of British TV host David Frost’s post-Watergate interviews with Richard Nixon, three years after the disgraced president’s resignation.