New Year's Eve brought us to Spanish Harlem for a party at Silverman's friend's apartment. There were hors d’oeuvers and, later, quesadillas. Then we played asshole and the ball dropped.

Then, Matt became The Mayor.

Much better than Rudy or Bloomy, he allowed us to yell and drink in the streets and smoke in the subway. He talked to almost everyone in Manhattan, and then through the judicious use of window-yelling, invited a German guy and a lesbian into the apartment. Those people then invited more random people and tons of lesbians. Then they went out and I went to bed.