Tonight, I think: the g0thbar. It’s within walking distance, it’s affordable, and a perfect excuse to glam up and hang out while waiting for the ball to drop. Perhaps, given enough motivation and little enough alcohol, we can leave a bit early and dash up the hill back home in order to watch the fireworks over at the Needle. I rather like the thought of it — ball skirt and mask, corset and boots, at the summit of Cap Hill in the cold, surrounded by eye-rolling hipsters and frosty-breathed toy dogs in designer snowsuits.

I declare it thus!
And so my plans are set in stone.

Of course, before any gussying up can take place, there’s work to do. Edits for Those Who Went Remain There Still have landed and are underway; and I’d like to compose a New Years Resolution post, but it might have to wait until tomorrow, depending.

As for the rest of you — readers, friends list, internets and your marvelous tubes — I hope that each and every one of you has a marvelous evening and a happy new year. Eat yourself some black eye peas (for luck) and greens (for money), and have yourself a smooch at midnight.

So long, 2007.
We hardly knew ye.