I didn’t actually take a bite as it had onions in it (yuck! who puts onions in tuna fish? – apparently our diner that’s who!) but it looked just terrible, kind of greasy and like it would just lay down in the pit of your stomach and never digest. Not at all like it looked in the movie, all crunchy and light and delicious.
Anyway, onwards…towards 2008…a year in which I will do everything I said I would do last year. A year in which I will finish my second book (and third! – why stop at two?!). A year in which I will magically become thinner while still happily eating whenever I am hungry. A year in which an agent and publisher will magically appear for me (and will of course want to sign and publish me). A year in which money will come to me easily and leave me never. A year in the which the world will discover my genius…and instantly brand me an overnight sensation, blithely ignoring the fact that I have been toiling in obscurity for years…
What about you guys? Any insane out of control hopes, dreams, and, I hate the word but here it is… “resolutions” for 2008?
My only real true resolution (though I still hold on to those wild hopes and dreams) is that I don’t have a crappy New Years Eve…it is such a lame holiday, built up with too much fantasy and desperation and drama, just waiting in the wings for you to have a lousy night.
Adam and I plan to get out early tomorrow/today to see There Will Be Blood (can’t wait!) and then hope to try a restaurant I’ve been dying to try called The Mermaid Inn (they appear to have delicious lobster rolls – which I adore – what better way to end a year?) and if there is time, finally checking out The Museum of Natural History, which I have been heinously ignoring going on nearly three years here in the city. The ‘Mythic Creatures’ exhibit ends in January, so there is no more time to waste. We’ll probably end up at midnight the same as usual, in the apartment warm and cozy, Adam watching me down champagne and getting a late start on the first thanks to too much of it. But that’s not such a bad tradition I suppose.
What about you…hopes, dreams, resolutions…or just plans for the “big night”?