New Year's Eve

Ringing in the New Year at Rich's apartment, with Champagne. Lots of Champagne. I believe this was our fourth bottle.




Watching the fireworks over Central Park.



Getting a photo taken with (and by) on of New York's Finest.



A Lady and the Tramp moment with the cheese fondue. We had some trouble keeping the fondue at the proper temperature... just about any Sterno at all had them boiling pretty hard.



"That sounds like armchair etymology, Viv. Can you site any primary sources?"

New Year's Eve, the full album

Night swimming on Cape Fear

Swimming in Wilmington on New Year's Day.

My glasses are quite tight on my face, so I didn't worry too much about going in wearing them. However, a high wave knocked them off my face into the ocean.

Immediately, I dove and laid prone on the seafloor, to try to get as much skin in contact with the bottom to try to feel for them. After a minute, I came up for breath, then dove down.

I actually found them on the second dive.

I found my glasses, in the Atlantic Ocean, at night.

I'm a putz, but a very lucky one.

Matt and Mike, each trying hard to be as much of an effete snob as I am. (Mike has borrowed my glasses to assist in the effort.)

Carrie and Jen, getting wet on the swings.