We killed half a bottle of Cava (Spanish sparkling wine, which Chris did not talk about here) while watching Nick and Nora solve mysteries on AMC and trying to keep the cats from freaking at the fireworks--I hope it's fireworks, and not some jackass(es) who decided to import a despised Detroit New Year's tradition, shooting off half your arsenal into the sky--and now we're going to bed.
Happy New Year, Should Auld Acquaintance, etc., etc., see you in the morning.
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