I've never really seen the joy in New Years Eve. Every year the same thing happens. You waste a bunch of time trying to party but don't actually drink alcohol (religious beliefs) and you don't like soda. You try to sip a little Martenelli's for the occasion and maybe make a tinfoil hat and blow some streamers. Finally, midnight arrives and you haven't accomplished anything except perhaps stretching your creativity thinking of all the "last things" you are doing that year, like: MY LAST BREATH IN 2011!!!! Or, MY LAST TIME TO BURP. OR QUOTE SCRIPTURE. OR DANCE. OR RUN AROUND IN A CIRCLE. OR PUT SNOW DOWN SOMEONE'S BACK. Of course, these things are all yelled as you accomplish them and made to sound as if it's the most epic thing you've ever done. When really, none of those things matter at all and you just end up tired from over exertion and feel bad for putting snow down someone's back. You always stand outside in the freezing cold when midnight brings in the new year and you scream and yell, trying to out-scream the house next to you while a couple fireworks go off. Then, everyone trudges inside secretly disappointed about that one second of time that the past 6 hours of nothing led up to. Afterwards, you feel like you have to party super hard for the next couple hours to start off the year the right way. Really though, you wake up the next morning tired and emotional for the first day of the year. The last night was a disaster for cops and you prayed the entire day no one would get hurt, you didn't accomplish anything, and you ate too much. Least favorite holiday of the year. Definitely.
The only this that I like about New Years is goals. A fresh start. A clean slate. A chance to do better.
Happy New Years!
DISCLAIMER: Non-alcoholic beverage above
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