After all my talk yesterday about how I like staying home on New Year’s Eve, Chris and I actually decided to go out last night - but not to a party. We went to see Master and Commander again, thinking we’d have the theater more or less to ourselves, but as it turned out the place was completely packed with a very NPR sort of crowd. We were easily the youngest people there, but at least we didn’t have to shush anyone. (While the very nitpicky POB fans probably wouldn’t like the movie the second time around any more than they did the first, I enjoyed it again.)

After the film, we stopped by Veg City for grilled cheese and coffee (which tastes better than you’d think) and drew on placemats until around eleven thirty. Midnight came and went while we were on the train home, but since our watches differ by a good five minutes we aren’t sure when 2004 actually began. We were dreading the prospect of someone in the building having a big party, but it actually wasn’t all that noisy, so we settled in for three and a half hours of Iron Chef. Not just Iron Chef, even, but the King of Iron Chefs tournament, which is probably the best way to start the year that I could have imagined.

Today I’ve been knitting and listening to Eddie Izzard, which isn’t a bad way to spend a vacation day, either. All that work is still waiting for me, of course, but it can surely wait a little longer.