New Years Day! A time for laundry lists of resolutions you won’t keep, two a day gym sessions, and declarations to weigh the same as your birth weight.
Over dinner in tiny town Vermont, I made the most absurd resolution list of 20 things I will definitely not keep including giving my life savings to charity, becoming fluent in Spanish and reading a dictionary-sized book a day. I also vowed to go to the gym 100 times a week, publish a dozen books and learn to play the clarinet. Why the clarinet? I don’t know. All of a sudden, in the heat of champagne and a geriatric Vermont jazz band, the instrument really appealed to me.
With resolutions meant to be broken fresh on the brain, there is no one on earth with whom I have made more resolutions than my friend Mary-Alice. We were joined at the butt in college, and still are as much as adult life will allow. Over the years we have promised to do a laundry list of things so ridiculous that some of them have come true. We’ve gone on diets where we only ate condiments, diets where we drank cheap vodka, attempted to travel solely by boat, tried to sprint the Great Wall of China, etc, etc. Mary-Alice is amazing in so many ways, but one of my favorites is that she is a doer to the nth degree. If I suggested we try space travel, she would frolic over with some moon boots and oxygen.
We traveled all over the world together and I hope 2010 allows us to do a little more exploring. We still need to test the limits of international waters and brush up on our international clog dancing act.
As I break almost every resolution I made tonight, I will think of Mary-Al and all the promises we made and broke together. Considering all the fun we had, they amount to nothing. Here’s to an antic-filled fun-loving 2010.