It's New Year's Eve

... and hopes are high
Dance one year in
Kiss one goodbye
Another chance
Another start
So many dreams
To tease the heart
We don't need a crowded ballroom
Everything we want is here
Let's wait and see
It may just be
The perfect year

--Sunset Boulevard

It was a good New Year's Eve. We went to the Saints game where a shrieking idiot behind me spilled white zinfandel on my coat and purse shortly after the game started and it took me a little while to get over being surly about it. Who drinks white zinfandel at a Saints game? I don't know. It was exciting to be at the game even though the truth is that I don't really understand football and can't ever tell where the actual ball is and even though we lost. We had dinner (my redfish was too fishy, but the jalapeno cala with root vegetable and apple remoulade was very tasty, as was the cream of celery soup, and the chocolate coconut roulade with butter pecan ice cream and Sazeracs were to die for), met up with my sister and her friends nearby for a nice visit on a balcony, went to a co-worker's party, and overall a good time was had by all.

On New Year's Day, I beat my boyfriend in Scrabble 386 to 375, which if I'm not mistaken was my all-time highest scoring game. We went to another party today where I ate about five pounds of stuffed cabbage, and we tried to watch Ponette but we both fell asleep because cuteness only gets you so far. I finished One Good Turn by Kate Atkinson, which was very enjoyable. I had white bean soup with leftover Christmas ham with my parents and sister for dinner. 2007: So far, so good.