Our New Year's Eve tradition is to make egg rolls.
Odd but true. Each year, we try a slightly different recipe and my sweetheart and I get to have a friendly and benign argument about whose job is harder: mine (I assemble them) or his (he chops the ingredients and fries them in the wok).
They are
so yummy. Like I said, the recipe varies from year to year, but it always includes cabbage and bean sprouts and peas, and whatever else we have. This year was ginger, mushrooms, soy-chicken. You can use anything. Mitch threatened to put in pound cake tonight, but wisely, perhaps, I vetoed.
I always call my parents on the east coast around 9pm here on New Year's eve, and my sisters. This year I talked to my sister and her partner and my parents (all hanging out together at my parents' house, with my nephews who are 13 and can't be fussed to talk to their aunt on the phone) before midnight, and I left them to celebrate phone-free. Then I called my little sister, but she'd gone to sleep about fifteen minutes earlier. So, I spoke to my most excellent brother-in-law David, who gave me the report of fireworks at Grand Army Plaza reflecting off the glass at the garage across the alley from their apartment.
He works just near Times Square and knew if he didn't leave there by 4pm today he'd be stuck in crowds with all the people wearing '2004' glasses. He said that all New Yorkers, by default, pretty much get the hell out of the city. I believe that.
I was born in Manhattan. Don't hold it against me.
Then I talked to
sff_corgi and she gave me the report from the opposite corner of the country: fireworks or .45 caliber pistols? She decided it was probably the latter.
If I haven't talked to you,
Happy New Year. I have a confession: I really hate talking on the phone. There are only about three people in the known universe I'll willingly talk to for more than a handful of minutes. Y'all know who you are.
Mitch and I decided to make 2004 our best year yet. That's a wonderful thought. I told him I hoped we didn't have to move to India. He said maybe somewhere halfway. I said I'd go to London for a year, that'd be okay.
This is kind of my end-of-year love note to 2003. I got to do some things this year that I've never done before (casts glances at
sunny_daylee and
sff_corgi), and even though I didn't sleep nearly enough this year, I had enough fun for two people. (And you two know who they are.)
I've seen more movies the past few weeks than the rest of the year put together. Wait, let me qualify that: more
grownup movies. I saaw lots of kid films. 2004 will see no new Lord of the Rings movies, but it will see
Prisoner of Azkaban, which I'm not entirely sure I'm going to see, but probably will, even though it's been horribly miscast.
( My favorite toast, beyond the veil because it's rated R )Happy '04 pawb.