I don't do new year's resolutions because I think you should live everyday working towards your best self. Or some other gagging-ly new agey sounding idea like that. I grew up with a young hippie mama and some of that stuff is just hard to shake. Like the eating meat thing, which I still don't do. My mama got over that one pretty quick and in fact ordered a hamburger when we went out on Christmas.
My mama also told me that she writes herself a letter every year on January 1 full of expectations, ideas, desires and then opens the letter the following January 1. Nice idea.
And my mama also told me the ending to three different books and two different movies because for some reason she cannot tell me about a book or a movie without telling me how it ends.
And my mama got us a free round of drinks from a guy sitting in the corner at the bar who toasted my "very cute friend" which was nice and didn't make me feel quite as queasy as when my friend Jack whispered to me lasciviously, "Your mom is hot!"