spasticat called, and she's not feeling well. So the poor thing will be having New Year's Eve in bed. However, after reading
taraljc's journal I saw that she had no plans, so I called her up. So now she's coming to the party in spasticat's place. Unless, of course, spasticat gets better and joins us anyway.
Also, we have four bottles of champagne. There are six of us coming for certain, and a bunch of maybes. That's a lot of champagne for us. Rock!