Is it just me or is this year just flying by? It seems like only yesterday that I was in the downstairs living room of a Brooklyn apartment wedged in between pot smoking, leather clad men, Radio City Rockettes, and a stereo system while drinking champagne straight from the bottle because we ran out of cups and counting down the new year about six or seven more times AFTER the new year had officially been rung in.

We're talking flying here...it's November already! Geez...