You've made your New Year's resolutions. Or at least, you've resolved to make New Year's resolutions. That's a start. Now the question is how to end. Here are five ways to indulge yourself—we mean really, truly, gobsmackingly indulge yourself—before you bite the bullet on January 1.
The New Year, of course, is time for sober reflection. But for now, do your reflecting by facing down one of the punch bowls at the Trump's posh lounge. These vats, available as clove-and-cinnamon scented mulled wine or as a spiked pumpkin-and-chocolate liqueur, are suitable for six of your friends. You never bender alone.
Getting those voracious appetites of yours under control is something that you will, can and must do. But first, some duck. In fact, lots of duck. An off-menu delight, Beijing duck is carved tableside and turns into a three-course feast of sliced breast meat, fried rice and duck soup that can satisfy at least two—in case you want to recruit some backup.
Maybe a certain one of your heroes didn't quite live up to that halo he was wearing. So next year, you promise to worship only athletes who are pure and chaste. Before then, you can catch the debut of this new all-female sport at the Admiral Theatre, where naked opponents score one point for each body blow and 10 points for making out. It's like UFC with feathers and more kissing.
Your abs will be sore soon enough with all those sit-ups, crunches and Pilates you have planned. The best thing to do now is to keep them in a state of unsuspecting bliss by indulging in butterscotch, rice and a New England Native American pudding served with maple syrup crème fraîche. Let this be the three-pack before your six-pack.
Next year you'll put your toe back into the (now less turbulent) waters of Wall Street and really start building that nest egg. Right now, stick with unconventional investment vehicles—like a $50K limited edition Stephen Sprouse skateboard with a Louis Vuitton trunk. It can't do worse than that Lehman stock you bought in '07.
