I am not a celebrity. Okay, I am nowhere close to a celebrity. With sitcom stars and poker champions surrounding me, I felt a tinge of guilt knowing that after all, I was only an intern at E! Entertainment.

And I ask you, what better way is there to celebrate the coming year than with a look back at the past? I’m talking about getting retro, to a time when maybe you weren’t even born yet. (Do you realize that 21 year olds were born in 1989?) That’s right, I’m talking about New Wave New Year’s Eve at The Shelter.

If you’re still in the mood to party you can Head back downtown to 152. All I have to say is “$2 shots all night”. Enough said with that type of incentive you’re bound to meet somebody; it’s inevitable, as agent Smith would say. You have until the wee hours of the morning to make a friend or two. Get a wristband hit the third floor and tip well, the rest will take care of itself.

A further unwritten rule of dressing for stand-up is “Don’t use shorts to a comedy club.” Comedy clubs want to set on a specialized stand-up comedy present and they are inclined to search down on even brand name new comedians who walk on stage donning shorts. If you’re walking on stage at a comedy club often use pants… (I suggest very long pants).

Word got out quick that Tao is the place to be and once again I’m without a wristband. I’m flying solo tonight so I text some of my friends at E! Entertainment inside, hoping they can use their VIP status to get me in, but I’m out of luck. Just as I’m about to give up (sober in 11 degree weather sucks), a pink-haired Perez Hilton, the infamous celebrity blogger, walks through the velvet ropes and out the exit near me. With nothing to lose I yell, “Perez! Can I have your wristband?” To my surprise, he comes over. “It won’t come off I’ll have to rip it,” he says yanking at the red plastic band. I tie the band around my wrist and run inside.

The bartenders at t-shirt country are some of the best I’ve encountered, both here in North Carolina and Virginia. They know how to make a drink, at that, one that isn’t just ice with a splash of liquor. The biggest selling point would have to be their prices. Tap beers are usually $3, PBR is always on special at $2 Sundays-Thursdays and $2.50 Friday and Saturday, house liquors are usually $4-$5 and whatever concoction on special is under $5. It’s hard to complain when $25 can go such a long way.

I head to the slopes for some snowboarding but opt against hittin’ up the park. I had two more nights left and a broken leg would so kill the luck streak I was on. When we return to the pad, my friends and I relax in the Jacuzzi outside – overlooking Park City and in 17 degree weather. Livin’ the life.