famous last words

If it holds true that however you spend the top of the new year will spread into how you spend the rest of the year, then I'm about to see 365 days of late night Uno games, Firefly marathons followed by yoga and Billy Joel, graham cracker-icing sandwiches, and (as the very top of midnight showcased) starting the celebrating on time--but early by JCG's watch--while attempting not to accidentally pour apple juice on anyone's fancy attire.

Bring it, 2007. I've already spent more time on feather boas this year than the last, and that can't mean anything but awesome.