I drank last night. A lot. This is a big deal for me (and therefore everyone because it is all me, all the time) because I drank and I did not die. I avoided vodka, but everything else was fair game – I lost track of how many shots I had, but I think I may have reached double digits.

I am no longer a little pickle.

I am the KING PICKLE.

I didn’t throw up, either.

And I have a huge crush on Ali’s coworker Bobbie. She is hot times 80 and should come home with me for naked fun.

Happy 2007! I know my ringing in was a blast; I hope yours was too!