the ever popular “What’s your New Year’s resolution？”
Yes； it’s annoying。 And yes； it’s kind of a personal question。 But I for one think you should reveal your resolutions to the world。 After all； it’s the one time of the year you can publicly declare you’ll no longer try to pull off Forever 21 as vintage； you’ll no longer run back to a loser ex； you’ll no longer head to the gym just for a wheatgrass smoothie。 The point is； if you want to change your life； you’ve got to let people know so they can hold you accountable。 And the best place to announce your intentions？ The most fabulous New Year’s Eve party you can find！
live it up
It’s all the debauchery of a costume party minus the awkward outfits； the anything…can…happen fun of Fourth of July without the sunburn； and the revelry of St。 Patrick’s Day without the green beer。 It’s the night to wear your pink Vena Cava zip…up dress and flirt with your friend’s older brother。 It’s time to grab someone and kiss them； hard； until everyone stops blowing those annoying party horns。 And； if a certain bad boy from the past is hosting a party in his parents’ exclusive downtown hotel suite； it’s the perfect setting for whatever you want to happen—decadent or demure。
sightings
S and three A…named （if not A…listed） actresses at The Standard。 And Waverly Inn。 And Rose Bar。 Do those girls ever get tired？ D climbing into an ancient brown van double…parked on Broadway and Ninety…ninth； followed by his dad； V waving them both off from the curb。 C heading to the Tribeca Star with four or five cowboys and several handles of vodka。 And this in from Palm Beach： a glittering…green eyed boy who looks mysteriously like the long…lost N； getting on a plane bound for JFK。 Hellooooooo； sailor！
the great reun