Finally, the big night is here. I was beginning to think Father Time had been run over by Santa’s sled and would never snap out of his coma. After spending the morning baking brownies for the party at Gina’s, the bulk of my afternoon was spent with Sally doing each other’s hair and nails. Now I truly feel like I’m Elizabeth Taylor.

I came dangerously close to bursting while talking to Sally. Fibbing about a crush on Jim Douglas, who will be at the party, and the hope for some New Year’s Eve magic seemed to work as damage control.