Like BK, I and The Lovely Wife do not go out on NewYear's Eve. I don't want to deal with drunks, driving, or celebratory stray bullets being fired off in the air which may fall to earth who knows where. And quite frankly, I have never enjoyed the holiday. Probably because everyone expects too much of it. The few times I've actually ventured out to party on New Year's Eve in my life, the experience has been either boring or just plain disastrous.
So the wife and I cocoon with our critters in front of the telly with a stack of videos or Dvds, a bottle of champagne (or two), nibblies, and Christmas crackers to pull at midnight. Occasionally, we will invite a few near and dear to join us, but that has gotten less so over the years. It's usually just the two of us and the pets. And it's eminently satisfying.
I have not yet pick today schedules of entertainment, but I'm sure it will be eclectic and strange.
We actually started last night by watching Gene Wilder and Bylthe Danner in the televised play, THE SCARECROW, which I had taped off A & E years ago when it was still the Arts & Entertainment Channel, but which we had never watched.
We then watched an Eddie Izzard show that he had performed at the Albery Theatre in London. Izzard is a very smart, very funny British comedian.
CD: I'm listening to Guy Haines, A Wonderful Guy.
Book: Reading The Vikings at Helgeland & The Pretenders by Henrik Ibsen