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as a bonus episode. So happy New Year to all. Welcome to 2023. Can you believe it? With all the

revelry of the holidays subsiding, now we turn our attention to the year ahead with a renewed zeal to be our best

selves. However, despite our best intentions, the grand vision we have for ourselves can quickly

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Throughout the 90s and into the aughts, Rachel, our best friend from college hosted an annual New Year's Eve party in her downtown Soho art studio.

It was a generous alternative to the typical debauchery of lemon drops and tequila shots that generally

characterized the ringing in of yet another year. Rachel had a classier vision for New Year's Eve.

She catered an elegant dinner for 50 denizens of Gotham, artists, musicians, writers, and other creative constituents of the city's

cultural compost all gathered around a single serpentine table that snaked through the middle

of the cavernous workspace. Every year, Skyler and I dusted off our mothballed finery and

stepped into a Fitzgerald-era grainy black and white movie.

Sparkling and mesmerizing, Skyler transformed into Daisy Buchanan. And I suppose that made me a poor man's Gatsby. Of course, our chariot would soon turn back into a pumpkin, but the opulence was fun while it lasted.

Rachel had an unwavering custom at this party.

Duck.

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