A Downton Abbey marathon and a purring Maine Coon. And then ten minutes of Ball Dropping at Times Square. Well I watched them with Eldest. DH fell asleep at 11 ish. My eldest daughter and I are night owls but DH is a lark. She was still bouncing around at one am when I finally told her to get to sleep or I would ground her until 2014.
I worked during the day, then went to the Music Box to watch the 50th Anniversary restoration of Lawrence Of Arabia. Thought about staying for their annual showing/party of The Poseidon Adventure (hey, I like that movie) but hub was out of town and it would have felt strange to be there alone. Went home, did some computer stuff and was on the phone with him at midnight.
Geez, is it another damn new year again?
I think there was a House Hunters marathon. Maybe that was the night before. Anyway, the TV was off by 10:30 or so. I was the only one awake so I just browsed online after that.
Me too, while texting with one of my kids, who lives far away. It was fun, and they showed a couple episodes I’d never seen.
My daughter and I had a Community marathon going on but we were playing board games too. We tuned in to the Dick Clark thing about five minutes before they dropped the ball, then went back to Community.
Oh wait, not the Dick Clark one. We watched the Gibson guitar drop in Memphis.
My wife and I ate fondue and watched J. J. Abrams’* Star Trek.* It’s our tradition.
I hope he continues, with another partner. She was disgusting; I expected someone from the network to yank her out, mid-program.
We watched a few eps of “Fringe” that I had Tivo’d, alternating with “Twilight Zone.” Then we watch Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin for a while. I sincerely hope they replace her next year, with just about anyone else. For those of you lucky enough to not see it, she kept trying to get her mouth close to Anderson’s crotch . . . again and again and again, etc. It wasn’t funny.
We watched a marathon of series three Doctor Who, and then switched to this to watch the ball drop. (And kept it on for a while to watch poor Anderson try and fend off Kathy’s increasingly bizarre antics.)
Watched the first episode of Sherlock with my brother.
Well because of weather, the party at my neighbor’s was somewhat cancelled.
Too much cold and wet mud to slog through to get there, or so my younger friends said.
So I came back here to my home and read SD posts and watched Bruce Almighty (of all danged things). Then I worked until dawn and went to bed, as usual. A very ordinary Monday night here. I suppose I should have pulled out the Oban, but I will wait until I have someone special to share it with.
Ate out at an Indian restaurant with friends and then home to bed early. Fireworks woke me up but fell right back to sleep. Spent NY’s day watching dvds and finally finished the Christmas Special for Downton Abbey. It rained all day so I didn’t mind lazing about.
Spike had the Star Wars flicks on, so I spent the evening watching those and complaining to online friends about the commercials and the “special edition” changes. (I’d entirely forgotten the horror that was the big-lipped alien’s musical number in Jabba’s palace… :rolleyes:)
ETA: New Year’s day, I’d intended to get started in on Dishonored, which I picked up when the copy of Uncharted 2 I’d had rolling around for months developed a fault. I did get around to that eventually, but not before I stumbled onto a Mad Max marathon on AMC that pretty much kept me entertained from ***The Road Warrior ***to Beyond Thunderdome. 
My wife and I watched “Animal House” on one of the movie channels (she had never seen the whole thing before), then we flipped around between the various New Years Eve specials.
I’ve got the new Smart TV, so I stuck some season 1 ‘Kyle XY’ episodes on a flash drive and had a catch-up marathon.
DVDs? What are those?
Watched Netflix and a Blue Ray 
Mrs Magill and I like this broadcast, but since the brood wanted to stay up until midnight, we tuned to that waste of oxygen, Ryan Seacrest and Jenny McCarthey,
As the night gets on, Kathy Griffin tends to get a little more blue.
I was at my parents who always host a get-together on New Years. Worked on the traditional New Year’s puzzle. Had a white elephant exchange; got the infamous chip dip and chips plate that is in its 3rd or 4th year of being a WE gift and played a ridiculously frustrating game called Telepathy. Also, talked up a storm with friends and rellies. There are few things I like more than talking shit about the local parish dumbfuck of a priest. Apparently the theme of this year’s SoM homily was that Mary is our mother and we are the adopted children of god. I’m not sure how that all works out.
We had dinner/games/fireworks with my wife’s family, then came home around 10:30 and let the kids stay up and watch the Times Square thing until midnight, since they had never seen it before (they are 6 and 8). We would have liked to watch local coverage but there didn’t seem to be any.