And we're off......

Many thanks to Kit Kat and Little Lord Fauntleroy for ringing in 2006 with so much style and so many cocktails. There were white ladies (I mean the drink, not the men in attendance), chocolate martinis, lychee martinis and of course the obligatory champagne at midnight. Things went downhill from there at a fairly steady pace as there was a bottle of champers per person and they were all drained by 12:15. We didn’t quite get round to sharing our resolutions for 2006.

I have to admit that I usually don’t make resolutions, especially after drinking copious amounts of alcohol, as they usually centre round some perceived flaw. There are exceptions of course. Like the year I said I would learn how to play the violin. I had always wanted to be in band at school but couldn’t pass that damn recorder test so I ended up in choir instead. I did buy a violin and, if you count Mary Had A Little Lamb, have learned to play. I am just tickled that I actually learned how to read music – FACE and Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge. Practice is all I need now.

There is the usual list of suspects like quit smoking, quit drinking and exercise more. I don’t smoke (I could try to make others quit, but that I have learned is an exercise in futility), usually stop drinking for a couple 30 day stretches during the year and already exercise on a daily basis. So no help there. I did find a few good suggestions on line, that I will give a go.

First, do something you love to do every day. Yoga. Done and done. This year however, I hope to share my passion for this with others through teaching.

Next, strive to learn something new everyday. I knew Martha Stewart was right! I already do this so I guess this is more of an on-going resolution.

Big one - help a needy heterosexual. No offense to our heterosexual counterparts, but let's face it- there are many straight men that could use a gay mentor. Be your own Queer Eye For The Straight Guy star and teach someone how to dress, shop, dance, or even treat a lady. Any volunteers?

And finally, do one thing everyday that scares you. I already had this done today – one of those hands to mouth scares too - so I am off to a solid start. My big scare for the year is skydiving. Rod at work goes a lot and is trying to get a group of us to go with him. I always come up with one reason or another not to go, but this year it is on the list!

Oh and one more, not to end up like a pancake after the jump. Here’s hoping the chute opens!