2007: You were a dizzying, amazing, life-altering year. (Look how it all started!
Insane.) I wish Nate and I had more energy to bid you a proper adieu. But the only drunken waddles and pant-free streaking came from the little man. Meanwhile, Nate and I—hold your hats for the exciting details—ordered food, watched a Kathy Griffin special on TV and toasted with champaign at the old person’s midnight: 10pm. I was afraid I wouldn’t make it. And, by golly, I didn’t.