Thirteen days ago 2006 became 2007.

Thirteen days ago I watched Mike projectile vomit from my balcony onto the cement courtyard two stories below (see above photo).

Thirteen days ago I vowed that 2007 was going to be a "Puke Free" year for me.

Thirteen days later an acrid burn in my throat and a pounding in my head are all that remain of my New Year's Resolution.

I would like to thank inexpensive boxed-wine, State Restaurant and Café and my complete lack of self-control for allowing me to, yet again, display the sheer mastery of my upchuck reflex.