Apparently the chic people of Cape Town are too cool for New Years' hats (see entry below) and I didn't think to bring my own, so it was a bare-headed - but elegant - New Years.  Also, they forgot the countdown (no raucous Americans to start it) so I had to yell "10, 9, 8" quietly to myself.  Nothing like starting out a new year with "shut the fuck up" looks from fellow guests.  Makes me feel like I'm home in New York.  Aww.