Put Izzie to bed, come downstairs and maybe pop in a movie, pour myself a glass of Don Q mojito, and chill till midnight. Still no tv at the new house, so the Mrs. and I will just guestimate, have a little smooch, then probably crash like the old farts that we are. We wanted to do something this year like have friends over, but the house is still full of boxes and not really "presentable", so that's probably not in the cards. That, and we have no friends, so.... Yay for mojito!