George held up his glass, and proudly exclaimed to the room, “I’m not going to drink as much in 2009!” I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched him fill his glass with whisky shortly there after. Rose then held up her glass. “I’m going to take better care of my body in 2009!” No one else seemed to notice that in five hours, Rose hadn’t eaten even a stick of celery. I cleared my throat and held up my glass. “I’m going to be more honest in 2009. I’m going to smoke more and continue to eat unhealthy foods!”