The week gave me and Don a good chance to catch up. Between rounds of slaying monsters, we cooked, cleaned, bothered the cat, explored. He had a couple great improv shows; I saw Angelina Jolie's new movie (written and directed, not acted), In the Land of Blood and Honey, with Megan and Emily. Don and I threw our first party: a New Year's Eve-Eve Indian Feast, which will probably now be an annual tradition. We made a long table out of closet doors and got take-out Indian from the restaurant down the block, served with our homebrewed beers, a black IPA and a Spiced Christmas Ale.
Christmas at home
My dad creepin by the tree
The Indian feast aftermath
Our Christmas tree
And to round out the week of sloth and leisure, we spent New Year's Eve atop the roof of a friend who lives just north of Times Square, watching the fireworks and the ridiculous crowd below.
7th Avenue before...
...and 7th Avenue after.
The ball drop! And the packed masses below.
Fireworks! From somewhere near Central Park.
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