Uh, oh, New Years again. Resolution time. And not just any resolution will do—for eight years running Jordan and I have played a New Years Resolution game with whatever company we find ourselves in on New Year’s Eve. Taken from a classic summer-camp activity (we met as camp counselors way back when), it’s New Year’s Resolutions as competitive sport.
Here’s how it goes: everyone thinks of three resolutions. But only one is a real intention—the other two are lies.
The goal of the game is to trick the other players into believing that one of your fake resolutions is the truth. You get a point for everyone you fool and a point for each resolution you guess right.
Much trash-talking ensues, especially between couples. And then there are the well-meaning vows: to exercise, to volunteer, to contribute to a particular charity or cause. And you think, well, that would be a lovely thing to do. But it turns out your friend has no honest intention of carrying that one through.
Tonight we’ll attempt the game with 8 friends. A big crowd, which will no doubt be made more unruly by the 9 children that will accompany them. We’ve got wine and boiled meats for the adults (yes, boiled meats—Jordan is attempting a classic Italian delicacy from Marcella Hazan, aiming for “experience” rather than pleasure) and water and home-made pizza for the kids (we’re those awful people who never have juice in the house). Our friends are bringing everything else—all wonderful cooks, they’ve elevated the pot-luck to high art. With so many guests under three feet we’ll have no chance of making it to midnight in British Columbia, but we should be able to welcome 2009 to North America—Newfoundland will be ringing in the New Year at 7:30 pm BC time.
In the past my real resolutions have included becoming capable of touching my toes (a failure), refraining from kicking Jordan in anger (success), and rejecting the notion that I am somehow less capable of learning clinical skills than everyone else (mostly successful, but for those occasional and perhaps inevitable moments of self-doubt).
Here are this year’s resolutions. See if you can spot the truth:
1. Buy swim goggles and use them
2. Become better versed in Canadian politics
3. Read more poetry
Let me know what you think. (And fine, I’ll hit the store later and get some juice for the kids. You know it was bothering you…)
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