Does anyone have any hot NYE plans? I don’t — surprise, surprise. Anyone who knows me knows that I view NYE as amateur night — the night that everyone goes out — including those who don’t party and have the alcohol tolerance of a toddler. And, by the way, those drunk toddlers always insist upon driving. Usually after they’ve ingested wine, rum, more wine, champagne, and vodka (in that order) and then vomited on the floor of the chosen party venue.

The only time that I actively make plans is when a) there’s a hot formal party to attend, or b) I’m dating someone. Since neither is happening right now, I’ve decided that I’m going to dedicate tomorrow to getting my house in order before 2008 arrives. I find that when my house is a mess, it’s reflective of my state of mind. I’ve determined that my state of mind must be muddied, given the look of my home. Not cute. Not even remotely.

I did manage to have a great time today. I had an impromptu brunch with a friend who found herself childless — her mother-in-law took the kid off her hands for a few days. We did a bit of shopping, and later I had high tea at the Drake Hotel with a few friends. I love those finger sandwiches! One would think that tomato cucumber sandwiches and egg salad would be boring, but they were SO tasty. There were others — roast beef and ham w/asparagus — but given that I don’t eat red meat, I had to stick to the veggie options. The banana bread was amazing. I didn’t have a scone, but I heard that they weren’t as dry as scones can be.

BTW, I didn’t forget to blog about the column. I’m a little late, but saving it for the next post.