In the end, all went well and we had a very nice dinner with the few friends we've made so far in Montreal who don't have kids. Even Velcro had a play-date for the night. A few bottles of wine and some decaf coffee later, we decided to hop onto the metro to go look at the fireworks. Unlike New Yorkers, Montrealers don't bother to spend hours waiting outdoors before midnight on New Year's Eve. I think it's just too damn cold. And although the weather was reasonably mild, and the snow light, we were few amongst many getting off the underground about 10 minutes before midnight. It was crowded, but there was live music and we managed to find a good spot to view the visual display.
All in all, not a bad night at all. Welcome 2♡1♡. Let's make it a good one.