Plans

That's a Bloc Party song, and so fitting for this New Year's Eve post because at the moment...I have none. Okay, that's not entirely true. This isn't like last year's December 31 which I spent almost exclusively stressing out and cursing Dick Clark for his role in promoting this stupid holiday (I wasn't the one to cause his health ailments, okay? The man is 200 years old, so save your angry e-mails). This year, I at least have a Semi, Half-Thought-Out, Almost-Qualifies-As-A-Plan Plan. And that's better than no plan at all. Stay tuned for a recap tomorrow...fingers crossed that I'll be too hungover and filled with joy from an amazing night to type a bitter, sarcastic rant, but you never know. 

Life without work has been so wonderful, I'm 99.99% sure I have to either win the lottery or immediately sign up for www.sugardaddyforme.com (As Seen on The Montel Williams Show!) so I can keep this lifestyle going. My sister (liberated from husband, children and employment this week) and I ran amok and took full advantage of ain't having shit to do. We visited the virtually deserted 1000 Van Ness Theater to take in the inspiring and touching Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. John C. Reilly is my hero, and Jenna Fischer truly is a hot piece when stripped of Pam's perm and cardigan. The next day, we intended to see Juno (I had to show her the magic of Michael Cera in gold shorts), but we somehow got sucked into the shopping frenzy downtown, and didn't remember to sit or breathe until about 5:30 when we both collapsed in the car and let the sweet sounds of 94.9's Traffic Jam take us away to a better place. We did successfully buy our parents a sweet CD player from Brookstone, which we presented to them (along with a pen holder emblazoned with my dad's Employee of the Month portrait) on Saturday. We then had a raucous family get-together to celebrate the upcoming year, and to pay tribute to my grandfather on his birthday. I dedicated my shot of Stoli to him (he either would've been really proud or so effing mad), and proceeded to talk celebrity shit with my lovely cousin Julia. All in all, an amazing weekend. 

Things are relatively quiet on the celebrity front. Everyone and their mother is pregnant, and the stars are spread all over the country (and abroad...I heard John Krasinski is vacationing with Rashida Jones in St. Barths. DAMMIT!!) to ring in '08. Hopefully, I'll have good stories of Britney passing out (again), or of KFed and Paris getting their marriage on at The Little White Chapel in Vegas (there's a shot in hell this could happen...LOOK!: perezhilton/?p=11211) tomorrow. Have an amazing, fantastic, joyous, drunken, unbelievable New Year's Eve, everyone. And for the love of God, DON'T get a DUI...that only helps your career if you're a has-been OC skank like Mischa Barton (http://popsugar.com/904007).