We had a little New Year’s bash at our place. Thought we’d make 10pm the new midnight, forgetting that our friends aren’t responsible. Nothing better than seeing kids asleep in my living room while their fathers are in the kitchen eating cupcakes and doing shots of Patron (Hey, Rachel Ross I heard your husband took a spill in the bushes. Oops.)

There was supposed to be a ban on fireworks so how did the entire island look like the opening sequence in Tropic Thunder? There was no visibility on our street, just smoke, smoke, smoke and the lovely smell of gun powder. The fireworks were gorgeous, however. They were…um…explosive. I’m still a little tired.

Anyway, I made everyone play one of my dorky games. You had to write down what you think your new year’s resolution would have been when you were eighteen. Then we had to guess who these resolutions belonged to. The first was, “Drink Light Beer.”
One guest laughed and said, “Who was the fatty!” and his wife raised her hand. “Uh–that was mine.”

Here are a few more, and I’d love to hear yours:

“Be more interesting, get a boyfriend, and trip out.”

“Get out of high school.”

“Smoke less.”

“More boobs, doobs and tubes!”

“Get a good egamacation.”

My favorite: “I will not go back to Saeed’s liquor store and let them put the Boons in my shirt anymore.”

And here’s one no one fessed up to: “Design a novel way to administer an alcohol shot by means of the ball sac.”

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Happy New Year!