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(A motto for New Year’s Eve, and always.)

Hook these tubes under your sofa to make it glow like a small-town crunkmobile on Saturday night.

Many moons ago, as a student living in Paris, I bought a deck of naked man cards–as in full frontal King of Hearts–at a tacky touriste shop.  Throughout my 20s, one of my favorite parlor tricks was to propose that we play poker, then deal Bruno, Didier, and Franck to the unsuspecting crowd.

My friends are all on to this trick, so for our annual New Year’s card game, I have to move on.  These Bicycle Tragic Royalty cards, with their ridiculous faces and black-lit colors, illustrate that I’ve grown up–but not by much.

Caviar?  Not necessarily a subject that most people know a lot about, present company included.  So for my neighbor’s New Year’s Eve party, I’m just having Balducci’s Paddlefish Roe overnighted.  (Sounds swank, right?  You can do this too:  the domestic caviar’s quite reasonably priced, and Balducci’s requires overnight shipping on all caviar purchases to ensure freshness.)  I’ll bring a bottle of $10 cava, a toasted, buttered baguette, and homemade crème fraîche, and still come in for under $100 clams.

Not including my outfit, of course.