Oh, yeah, I know that the new year is, like, already here. I mean, I understand that in order for me to do some sort of "Look Back" to 2007, I probably should not have waited until the 3rd week of January, but let me level with you; for the past month or two I have been a crazy person. Taking remedial classes, applying to graduate school, interviewing for a grown-up job--I mean, damn. It's been busy. And so, after being absconded with by my editor-in-chief during the fanTAStic Furthermore Brew-Ha-Ha last weekend, I've decided to get back on the horse, and start out with a brief reminiscing of how this past year proved to be a true test of my abilities; both as a socialite and drinker, and how, for yet another year, I have emerged victorious and stomach-pump free.

Here is a list of my favorite drunken moments from my favorite "watering holes" from 2007, in no particular order, because, to be honest, I can't really remember when they happened.

The Old Fashioned: This has much to do with any and every MadPubQuiz of Awesomeness. I drank shots, saw the Simpsons Movie premiere, won the "most hilarious wrong responses" round, and did a lot of banging on tables while chanting "USA! USA!". The Old Fashioned totally rules. They have Onion Strings. Are you even kidding me?

The Annex: Halloween, watching the most god-awful Motley Crue cover band, dancing without shoes on, and being dressed, so so cleverly, as "the death of Disco" (also attending the Dane101 Halloween event was lovely, watching The Ramones). This night involved me yelling a lot. Another great night at the Annex was the Thieves on Holiday, BOAT and Bald Eagle show, where I invented a new dance, called "the punching dance" where you punch the air in sync with the beat. It is totally awesome. Ooh, and then there was when we saw the Iron Maidens, and in real life, I actually drank Red Bull and Vodka. And for that, my loving public, I apologize. But you should know the truth.

Paradise Lounge: Who can forget that on Sundays, the 'Dise serves Long Island Iced Teas for $2.50? Omigod. And who can forget the night I got, like, 8 million bullseyes because I was so awesome, and then invited all my friends over to our apartment where I proceeded to have a dance party, by myself, as entertainment to all my guests. Lovely. I think I did "The Punching Dance" a lot that night.

Which reminds me that My House is a great place for people to have delicious cocktails: my birthday party was a fantastic example of this. People enjoyed such delectable concoctions as Jagermeister and Redbull, Jagermeister alone, Jameson, Jack Daniels, and UV Cherry vodka, Sprite and grenadine. I mean, come on! Move over Cocoliquot or whatever you're called. The Class lives here!

OH MY GOD! Remember the first Soundlab Indie Dance Night at The New Majestic? Are you kidding me? I remember dancing (including Punch Dance), drinking, and then, eventually, watching one of my contemporaries (who, for privacy purposes, we will name Lady Mcdrunkerton) pee on the sidewalk. Lady Mcdrunkerton encapsulated what the night was all about; freedom, wonder and a lot of whiskey. Oh, and then there was the fact that we drank a Big Gulp full of Vodka and Sprite on our walk to the Majestic. How thrifty.

And, finally, New Year's Eve, 2007, spent at the High Noon, where champagne moistened my lips and anointed 2008 with a loving caress, while I rocked out to Screaming Cyn Cyn. So, so great.

So there you have it. Some of my best moments of the last year, and I'm going to be honest; I wasn't even trying that hard. So I pose a challenge to all of you amateurs out there, thinking you could do what I do and better. Bring it. Bring it 2008 style. I'll be there, with a martini glass in one hand and a Taco Bell Cheesy Gordita Crunch in the other. How you like me now?