The year concluded with rather a lot of sleep deprivation for me. Jane arrived at the airport very late on Dec. 28, and on Dec. 29 there was a semi-spectacular car accident in front of the house next door, which resulted in our neighbor being taken to the hospital for observation. She's back home and as OK as she ever is. A woman drove her small truck into the parked taxi my neighbor was sitting in, and the driver may have been unconscious at the time. The firefighters had to break into the truck to get her out, at any rate. My neighbor is nocturnal, so this happened at 12:30 in the morning and woke my entire household out of a deep sleep. But it's just that kind of neighborhood. On Dec. 30 I stayed up late trying to meet a deadline.
And last night we broke with tradition and actually went out for New Year's. We had dinner reservations and tickets to a show--but because of a screwup on my part (show was at 7, I thought it was at 8), we traded in our tickets and ended up with 2 hours to kill before the 10 p.m. show of "Kiki and Herb: Resurrection." So we walked through the Tenderloin to Kimo's. The hem on my long skirt came out, leaving me walking Polk Street looking a bit ragged. Totally appropriate. Kiki kissed off 2005 with her usual existential dread, cynicism, romantic bombast, and of course pathos. It was perfect.
My only New Year's resolution is to find an undereye concealer that actually does the job.