The Comfy Corner

I've spent the first two days of the new year hugging a toilet, cleaning up broken glass, and searching for a new cell phone. And I blame one thing: Grey Goose. This is my first New Year's celebration that I've been legally able to drink and I decided to do it right. I would get a high quality bottle of vodka, I'd have the hot tub ready, I'd get some champagne and I'd be the happiest person in the world. What ended up happening was I drank far too much of the vodka, I drank beer playing this game called "flip cup", I had Andre and I drank NO water and with all of that working in my system, I jumped into the hot tub with my cell phone in my pocket. To top it all, I've broken so many phones in the past couple years that my insurance dropped me (more sad break up stories).

So this brings to light the question - is it really worth it? Is getting drunk on New Year's really all that great? Because in the end you end up starting off the new year with a hangover, you do stupid stuff like breaking a cell phone, and there's typically a mess to clean up. So I'm going to make a new year's resolution for next new year's eve. Next new year's eve I am going to be laying on a couch, cuddling with a beautiful man, completely sober. Just me and him. The kiss at midnight will turn into amazing sex and then we'll make breakfast and have mimosas. I'm going to start 2012 off right.

I think having this one simple goal will send my 2011 in the best direction. Lord knows it's gonna be a year of reckoning. On new year's we all went around and summed up 2010 in one word. Megan came up with "fuckfest." And then we all came up with one word for the new year. I came up with "eye-opening." Judging by my new year thus far, it seems like I'm going to be doing a lot of growing up this year.