To go out or not go out? That is the question. On one hand I have a ticket to a party with one of my favorite targets in Mariah Carey at Cipriani's midtown with my slightly alcoholic cohort Olivia who's never met an hors d'oeuvre platter she didn't like or I could ring in the new year in my skivvies and a bottle of Bollinger in the comfort of my home. Ah, decisions, decisions.

While I mull over Nina Ricci vs. Nicole Miller in the event that tonight turns into an escapade out on the town, I just want to acknowledge how thankful I am to have made it to see another calendar turn. 2005 hasn't been the best of times for me in the least bit. I've been bumped, bruised, fallen flat on my ass and taken my scrapes with as much grit I could muster. But my mistakes have taught me lessons with every scar, and made me stronger for the next challenge waiting for me around the bend.

At the close of this year, I find myself pleasantly surprised that I decided to take the plunge in the sorority of Read My Blog and appreciative for every kind word that's been offered to me in my somewhat skewed takes on something, nothing and everything in between. To my everyone who's made a pit stop here (and I'm not shouting out individually since I know an omission is imminent) be it as a frequent commentator or simply a passerby of my random absurdities, I raise a toast of bubbly in gratitude for your input. Good looking out and all the best in 2006.