We took it easy on New Year’s Eve. Geoff and Steven were visiting L.A. and we decided to get an early bird dinner at the York, a gastropub in Highland Park. I’m always up for going there because they have crisp pear cider on tap. We hit the dairy hard even though I’ve been dealing with a late-blooming bout of lactose intolerance. (Thank goodness I brought Lactaid pills!) We ordered truffle grilled cheese, pulled pork quesadillas and a salad with strawberries and goat cheese. We retired to our place for a rowdy game night. Geoff showed impressive inventions knowledge in Trivial Pursuit with the very exact and correct answers of “rotating brush” and “self-heating can.” Bryan successfully got me to say boogers in Taboo by explaining, “These are the green rectangular things that sometimes come out of the middle of your face.” The funniest part was Geoff’s futile attempt to get Steven to say diskette. Steven had already said disk, so Geoff told him, “Smurf is to Smurfette as disk is to?” Steven was puzzled: “Disk drive?” At midnight, we toasted the new year with a sparkling Vouvray.