Holiday round-up.

So. Christmas. Very nice, all around. My parents were well-behaved to the nth degree, the presents I got for them were a roaring success, and my only complaint was that I didn't get any of the stuff on my Christmas list.

*pouts*

Well, there's always my birthday . . . June isn't that far away, after all.

Now, New Year's Eve?

That's another story.

How much time do you have?

Let me sum up by saying that, although I did not go to New York City specifically for the Times Square ball drop, I did find out that I don't ever want to do that very thing.

Because, yes . . . I was in NYC on New Year's Eve.

Perish the thought.

I cannot imagine that there are actually people in this world who find the experience of Times Square on NYE to be enjoyable. I want some of whatever they're smoking.

There were hundreds -- no, thousands -- of people, trapped like rats behind metal barricades, crammed together and looking miserable.

Cops were everywhere, and wooden sawhorses blocked the sidwalks. You couldn't just walk down the street wherever you wanted to go . . . we had to keep showing our theater tickets in order to be passed through.

I only almost got into ONE fistfight. I am very proud of myself. *beams*

So I got to have a great dinner at Outback and see a nifty comedy show with lucifrix, who unfortunately was considerably stressed out about the city experience . . . and now we have a vastly entertaining story to tell about our adventures.

But I'm not planning on repeating the trip, no matter how funny it is in retrospect!