A twitterati I follow gave me some very sage advice last week--- advice I plan to follow in the new year. He said that one should never pass a Four Seasons hotel in any city for any reason without stopping in to have a glass of champagne. It reminded me of a line in "The Prisoner of Zenda" that delightful late 19th-century novel of love and pretense, in which the reader is exhorted never to pass through Paris without spending 24 hours there, and drinking champagne.
Since I have never passed through Paris, and have no plans to do so in 2010, I will instead embrace the travel advice from the ether. I hereby resolve to stop in at any Four Seasons hotel I see (or any other swanky hotel that strikes my fancy) and drink a champagne toast to whoever is on my mind.
So if you feel waves of good wishes coming your way, it just might be me, sitting at a hotel and drinking to your health. Happy New Year and best wishes to you and yours.