In the days before I moved to New York, I attended a holiday party where I ate nothing, drank everything, then fell and cracked the back of my head on a concrete patio. I stayed down there for a while, thinking mostly about how much that fucking hurt, but also about how this beloved season of celebration can land you (me) in rehab. So I'm a little wary of the December weeks of over-consumption. If I skipped your party, it isn't because I didn't... More >>>