I don't ordinarily celebrate New Year's Eve. On my most memorable one 39 years ago I was in labor and at the hospital. They told me I wasn't dilated enough and I could have my choice of spending the eve at home or in the hospital. We went home. So since that time, I have held a New Year's Day birthday party and stayed in on New Years Eve, known to drinkers as Amateur Night.
However, with large gatherings discouraged and a garage for the truck and a destination with parking, I ventured out to TriBeCa. We had a Mexican feast (with designer tequila and authentic tamales), Scrasbble, music and dancing. And I was home before midnight since my garage was closing at 11.
The cat remained under the light source.
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