I’ve never been one to go all-out for New Year’s Eve. In fact, I can’t recall one single memorable occasion of it in my life. The big Y2K event? I was asleep at home. It always seems like people go to such trouble for what is essentially as meaningless as watching the odometer roll over. But somehow, this year, Fate has contrived for Snookums and I to host a New Year’s Eve dinner here in our apartment. (No, I won’t be doing the cooking.) I’ll let you know how it goes.

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