Shortly after the clinking of glasses and a few midnight kisses and hugs were exchanged, he excused himself and shuffled off to have a moment to himself in the bedroom where the coats were being kept.
He pulled out the piece of scratch paper he had torn off the kitchen memo pad earlier that day, the one he had neatly folded into quarters and slipped into his pocket the moment he had decided to make New Year’s resolutions but didn’t yet know what they would be.
He decided to think of a few quick before his buzz wore off and he’d second guess himself. He fumbled for his pen, got it uncapped, and quickly scrawled:
1) Be less judgmental.
2) Eat better—less junk food!
3) Finish, stage Kazaam: The Musical.
He figured three was enough; he stopped and reviewed.
Who was he kidding? He was obviously not going to do any more than two of those things. And he already knew what one of them would be: He’d finished the entire book and about half the music for K:TM (as he called it), and it was going REALLY WELL.