New Year’s went well. I showed up at Karen’s feeling like a rock star: leather pants and clingy black shirt. I’d brought Ferro Rocher and immediately began devouring them – chasing them with a vodka tonic and a piece of pizza. Karen wore her Charlie’s Angels zip-up and Brigitte showed up in her torch-singer little black dress. We drank and ate more chocolate and then took a taxi to Le Passage were we began drinking and eating and laughing at people. We drank lots and managed to get a perch across from the kitchen door as the servers came out with trays of hors d’oeuvres and other yummy goodness.