New Year's Eve, to me, is one giant pain in the ass. I always make plans, I always find the "perfect" outfit and once the night rolls around I hate where I'm going and I'm uncomfortable all night. This huge night for a 10 second countdown has never thrilled me.
I'm not one to pass up a chance for a new outfit and a drink, but this is one holiday I could do without.
This year I finally get to do what I want, absolutely nothing. I will be on my couch, drinking a jug of wine, probably watching The Office. For the first time in about 6 years I won't go out and even deal.
This is a little reverse psychology, maybe if I don't go out and party this year will bring me a tall boy with light eyes full of mischief and dimples.