2006. Are you kidding me?

I canNOT believe it is the year 2006 (though I must admit, celebrating the new year in Cabo San Lucas was a ridiculous amount of fun - more fun than I suspected would be possible). There is much to come in these next 12 months. Let's see...I am getting my MBA. Robyn is getting married. Julie and Ryan are having another baby. Amy Mack is having a baby. I am going to Wimbledon with Gigi. And those are the things I know about, the things that are planned! Imagine all the insane life changes that are not planned but that are going to be happening while we aren't paying attention!

I have a good feeling about this year. So I hope it all turns out.

DID I REALLY THINK I WANTED TO MARRY THAT GUY?
Peter, I decided, has a loosened screw. He sent this strangely aggressive and weirdly judgmental email to Brad in search of his silly tie. Did I really think I might move to Eastern Europe to be with a man who so aggressively makes an effort to retrieve a tie. A piece of fabric. A thing. For real? The best part of the email is the part in which he says that Brad's behavior is "below the standards of the Haas community." I find that particularly rich coming from a man who admitted to me that his entire MBA application was a lie. That he pretended to volunteer at a Roma-run radio station in Budapest and told Haas that he planned to make a career in the nonprofit world because of his work at this radio station. But Brad, who doesn't have Peter's tie at the top of his priority list, is below the standards of the Haas community? That is classic.