Au Revoir 2007

i hate new year's eve -- kim and i agreed that we haven't had fun on new year's eve since the snowball fight/water-drinking contest that rang in our 1998. and here it is 2008... BUT i do appreciate the forced period of reflection of new year's day. for 2007, i vowed to say NO more often and to have more fun. this turned out to be fairly easy during the 4 months i was at home "studying for the bar" and the 3 months i spent in tempe "looking for a job."

here are my 2007 highlights:

• graduating from law school, passing the bar, getting a job with real responsibilities and health benefits, appearing in court as counsel of record, and attempting financial self-sufficiency.
  
• moving across the country by myself to a state where i knew no one and had no job in a car i borrowed from my sister. the west coast is the best coast!
  
• getting my name in print! (i received my official copies yesterday of volume 9 of the florida coastal law review that contains my thrilling article on ambiguities in the term "mental illness" in insurance policies. and my second article is due out early this year.)
• seeing queenie in her ice cream cone dress, watching andrew ki-ya in karate class, and spending lots of time with heidi and daniel discussing a more accurate term for a butter knife and whether the buttons on your duvet should go at the bottom or the top of the bed
  
• improving my 10K time by like 100 minutes (still slow, but faster) thanks to my over-achieving, slave-driving hero, RSA. also hiking uphill 22.5 miles in one day.
  
• being able to look like an adult in a suit and heels but still be hott
• discovering new best friends: howard stern, artie lange and robin quivers, heidi the hair dresser, roommates huy and randee, andy the mormon pirate (who has actually had scurvy) and kennedy the lebanese queen, hot mel in cali, and my sister's crazy-ass poop-eating dog layla.
• finally giving in to the fact that ok, yes, maybe DVDs are going to catch on
• falling in love with cactuses, kiltlifter, spinning class, bayside, and high heels.

maybe 2007 wasn't all great -- my granny boo died. my car exploded on the interstate at midnight on the 4th of july an hour from home. i haven't spoken to my dad since before thanksgiving and it appears that it will remain that way since he refuses to admit after 25 years that a relationship with his totally awesome daughters is more important than anything else in the entire world including the need to be right. i almost ripped my pinky toe off because i'm a clumsy slob. and i still get lost everytime i leave the house since i have zero sense of direction. but there will always be skull faces to celebrate the good in the bad -- you can be a pile of dead bones and funny at the same time.


in the words of tara: 2007 is dead to me.