We just got back from the boat trip. I've spent many a new years eve night that wasn't as fun. We got on the boat, the Butchie B, with time to spare and just sat around, looking at the different people who were getting on. We left the pier at 10:30, and headed towards Alcatraz. The rain that had been forecasted was keeping away so far, and the night was quite comfortable. Once on the bay, I headed towards the front of the boat and started to mingle with the people there. I started talking to a couple of people, and we basically just spent the night together. Kat, a California valley girl, was an Arabic interpreter for the marine corps who now studies physics and women's studies and Aaron is a cartographer. We had a blast talking to them. They're thinking of becoming American political refugees in Canada. I gave them my coordinates and invited them to Montreal. The Bay cruise was really fun, the conversation was interesting, but the fireworks were a letdown. No biggie though, Mg, Kat and I shared the bottle of rose, and though I didn't get a New Year's kiss, I got a New Years hug, so that's something :) Just after midnight, the rain started coming down, but nothing too bad.
I found out that my new coat is nicely water-resistant, but a drainage hose from the boat's top got unhooked and poured down my back, which wasn't as fun. When we got back to port, I had to rescue my backpack from a drunken reveller (“It's my backpack. This is my flashlight, my checkbook and my passport. No, I don't know how your purse ended up in there.”) and we ended up going to Jack's for a beer with Kat, her parents and Aaron. We swapped a few stories and called it a night. We walked back to the hotel, called them a cab, and made plans for breakfast.
Good night all. Happy new year to all the people I care for, you all know who you are.