I’m drinking Coke. I may switch to tea, although I’m really getting the yawns and may not make it to see Regis in Times Square.
We actually have some brandy in the cupboard, that’s been there for three (or is it four?) NYEs in a row. The first year, it made me so sick, I’m afraid to even look at it!
Kelly and I had a very nice Reserve de la Maison Janneau Armagnac after dinner. For midnight she bought us a bottle of domaine Ste Michelle sparkling wine. I’m thinking of mixing up something out of the new Mr. Boston Official Bartender’s and Party Guide.
Nope, won’t be getting drunk. Furthur probably will, though.
He’s drinking screwdrivers. I’m on Kahlua & milk. Neither goes particularly well with anything, unless you count ice cream for the Kahlua – in which case, call it a Mudslide.
We’re staying in because the baby-sitter came down with the 'flu.
It wasn’t that great. The neighbours opposite were partying pretty hard. Mostly teenagers, and although they were relatively well-behaved and good-natured, they were outside most of the time, and there were lots of cars with pumping sub-woofers, doors slamming, drop-the-clutch takeoffs, yelling, etc. I was tossing and turning until 3am (the extra trains rumbling past much later at night than usual didn’t help any either).
Still, just read your other “Morning After” thread, and I did get off lighter than you. No broken bottles or vomit on the street, so you have my commiserations.
Ahhh… all we Yanks see are the shots of the fireworks from The Coathanger - always impressive.
We’re drinking a moderate Spanish - Segura Vuidas Brut Reserva Heredad - a creamy texture and not too bitter. A lovely pewter-adorned bottle as well. I should have picked more of it up.
That sounded much snottier than I intended. Wine snots are very tiresome. They’re as bad as beer snots, Scotch snots, etc. Their obsession sucks all the joy right outta things.
I’m sipping a delightfully fizzy thing the French would no doubt refuse to recognize as cham-PAG-nee–it’s from (gasps of horror: California–and it suits me fine.
All is good.
I’m snug at home, mellow, willing to believe the next year will likely bring as much good as difficult, so glad for everything I’m blessed with, including all these far-off people called Dopers I’ve had a chance to meet.*
Happy turning of the wheel, all.
Veb
*This isn’t even the cham-PAG-nee talking, which should probably be scary if I bothered to think about it.