We had a party and 0ne of my best friends, the widow Clicqout showed up.
As did a few lobsters, from the Red Hook Lobster Pound.
And warm, fresh, yummy bread.
Hello bubbly.
Lobster on my plate, I ate the whole thing!
At five to twelve, we went up to the roof. There were some fireworks but less than I had imagined.
I did put on a top hat. Funny hats is sort of a tradition at New Years.
It wasn’t that cold, which was very nice.
3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!
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