See, the key is to not expect much from New Year’s eve. Then it has potential to be great fun.

totes.

Party Type 3: At the Clurrrrrb

Actually went this route for NYE 2003 in London after a bad breakup.  Large amounts of cocaine were involved.  nuff said.

I don’t know what I’m going to be doing. I’m trying to get Parker involved in planning something, but as usual, he’s saying, “I’ll do whatever you want.” As long as it doesn’t involve Person X. Unfortunately, it probably will involve Person X, so I will probably be in some lame bar somewhere, consoling Person X.

None of the above. After a string of downright awful NYEs, I resolved to stay the fuck home on Dec. 31st. It has worked out beautifully. There is still drinking, though.

I’ve decided not to go to a lame bar and console anybody. I’m staying home.

I used to love parties, but now I’d rather just hang out with a few friends. And it just didn’t work out this year, as among my close friends, some are travelling, some are pregnant and experiencing morning sickness, etc.