After Christmas in Virginia Denis needed to go to his office in New Jersey so we took the train up. I insisted on taking the opportunity to go to Times Square for New Year's Eve. Denis is still in love enough to humor my whims so off we went way too late to get very close. So we took in the energy of the event, got a photo of the ball and headed for the closest bar.

Smiths was a great local blue-collar bar in Hell's Kitchen and we were early enough to belly up to the bar. At about the 3rd round the guy next to me threw the ice from his glass in the face of his "buddy" and next came the fists. I was so engrossed in having a front row seat to the brawl that I had no concern for my safety. My loving Husband grabbed me by the collar and threw me away from the bar, almost on the sticky floor and saved me from certain black & blue souvenirs. Bouncers and police moved in quickly and revelry resumed.

I was so impressed with Denis' quick thinking for my saftey that the next day I let him take me to dinner at Tavern of the Green in Central Park and then for a carriage ride around the park I also let him have some time alone while I went to the after-Christmas sales at Macys.