So far, 2K3 is shaping up well.
I will not even try to relate the events of New Year's, as any attempt to describe my perceptions of the evening will invariably fail, as my perceptions at the time were not exactly what one might call "unaffected." A blur of crescendoes, two packs of cigarettes, velvet, subways, fireworks, tequila, "Would it be change?," rushing down stairs in a hysterical-laughter sort of escape, three-minutes-no-two-minutes-no-twelve-minutes-no-3-2-1-Happy-New-Year countdowns, and the blastiest blast of an evening I can recall. Anyway, it was a tremendous amount of fun. Even the Party in Tribeca and its institutional-green-painted Smoking Hallway. Sleep did not occur until nearly sunrise, which (as far as I am concerned) is entirely proper for ringing in a new year.