Did I miss something?

Do doom predictors or the Enkhuizer Almanak predict the end of times on January 1, 2017? No, right?

Yet it seems that everyone suspects that we will never meet again after January 1, because the agenda is bursting at the seams. Breakfast appointments are extended with coffee dates that are then alternated with long lunches to push through to a high tea that you have to cut short because there’s a drinks appointment waiting, and then you move on to a dinner. Actually, you had two dinners, so you have a drink at the first one, move on to the real dinner, and then afterwards go back to the first for a digestif.

And then you have to consider that simultaneously three Amayzine editors are following the same route. If this continues, we will all have to knock on the door of AA in January (read this piece but just for a moment and you know we’re ready for it) and WW (Weight Watchers), because this is obviously getting out of hand.

Tomorrow my day starts with a Breakfast at Tiffany’s and ends with a dinner hosted by Jetteke van Lexmond for Vestiaire Collective. Our colleagues from the food website FavorFlav are organizing a calorie-laden evening where they present the top 100 movers and shakers in the world of taste and food, so my week is already starting off well.

Don’t get me wrong. I love parties, dinners, breakfast appointments, pre- and post-lunch affairs, but guys. Can I make a small suggestion? That we also see January as a serious book month and not try to cram everything in before the new year? Then the Christmas decorations are tidied up and the gifts are unwrapped. Then I crave a party.

Thanks!