I’m back, safe and sound and with a pickled liver. I don’t know if you all know this, but you’re supposed to save up your partying for new year’s EVE, not blow your wad on the eve of new year’s eve. Nevertheless, my college roommate and I spent the night of December 30 splitting a bottle of vodka.

a WHOLE bottle of vodka.

Needless to say, we were not a pretty sight the next morning. We spent the day sipping ginger ale and watching CNN, before getting serious and bringing out the big guns in the world of hangover recovery: Mean Girls. By the time the movie was over, I felt good enough to start drinking again, so we went to a nearby bar for lunch.

New Year’s eve was spent at an apartment in Brooklyn, and I rang in 2007 on the roof of the building, watching fireworks explode over the Hudson in panoramic wonder. It was the first time I’d been in New York and not wanted to drop my life and move there, so maybe 2007 will be the year I’ll finally give up the ghost and learn to accept my role as a Bostonian 4 Life.

Then again, maybe not.

I’ll stick to my original resolution of continuing to drink far too much vodka. I’m also making a resolution to buy a coffee grinder and get new eyeglasses. I set my sights high, you know?