New Year's Eve in London
Here's the thing: every hour they rein in the new year from around the world. I'd just missed Athens, at 4:00 Central Time, but still got treated to lovely greek hors'o'deurves. 5:00 was Paris and Rome, and that called for escargot-stuffed mushrooms, smashing puff pastry, and really cheesy italian crostini. Had one final toast to London, 6:00 Central time, bid adeiu to my pals, and went home to watch some of the Packer Game followed by a James Bond Marathon at home with Brian and the kiddos.
I saw in the paper this morning that a few other places (the Pettit Center being one of them) do an hourly ring-in, but the food at the Safehouse was the crowning touch, plus, its that bar atmosphere you miss by being an old fuddy-duddy like me and watching the year turn over with Dick Clark (and now, Ryan Seacrest.) Its still afternoon, but in the Safehouse, it might as well be midnight, as there are no windows. A few kids running around, having fun, too. Perfect. Next year I'll actually plan for this.