My New Year's tradition is trying to get the hell out of New York. Call me crazy but paying $150 for a champagne toast then hunting down a cab in the frozen tundra that is Brooklyn, just doesn't sound like a good time to me. Luckily. I've got an awesome group of friends in Portland (Oregon that is), where all we need is a big pan of paella and a trip to the Slammer, the best dive bar in town.
