I decided Daya and I needed to get out, so she went thrift store shopping in the East Village and got some cool things.
Then we went to the overpriced but still brilliant rice pudding place in Soho. (Rice to Riches)
Then we went to the overpriced but still brilliant rice pudding place in Soho. (Rice to Riches)
Then we lit candles at St Patrick's cathedral.
The tree is right there so we saw it with the lights on tonight.
Then we went for sushi, and Daya discovered that the calendars on our phone go back through numbered years to 1583. Beyond that, they go back indefinitely but the month of December is missing. Now you know.
Then it was time to go home and be nice and boring.
I have no idea why people go to Times Square on New Years, it seems like one of the most miserable experiences a person could do, to me. Plus it is raining tonight. Yuck.
And I sincerely hope in this new year that my upstairs neighbors MOVE.