Resolutions
Demonstrably, watching the Nutcracker 21 Christmases in a row is much more enjoyable when buzzed on Pinot Noir. I think wine inebriation is like a great love: when it is in full bloom all is swirly and great and you are alive and worldly. Then when it is over you feel like five kinds of shit.
Next year I want to learn Dutch, and tone my biceps. I'm going to try to eat locally, and I don't mean the Chipotle down the street (Michael Pollan! All the fossil fuel used to feed me! Who knew?!?). I'll save money and have even better sex (knock wood) and get a job doing something, somewhere, that is sort of worthy of being put on a holiday card. And I will listen to much, much more Frankie Valli, avec or sans the Four Seasons. Dude is rocking.
Next year I want to learn Dutch, and tone my biceps. I'm going to try to eat locally, and I don't mean the Chipotle down the street (Michael Pollan! All the fossil fuel used to feed me! Who knew?!?). I'll save money and have even better sex (knock wood) and get a job doing something, somewhere, that is sort of worthy of being put on a holiday card. And I will listen to much, much more Frankie Valli, avec or sans the Four Seasons. Dude is rocking.