I'm married and New Year's Eve is our Anniversary. I do not think we have ever gone out to celebrate 3 times over 38 years. Because it ain't worth it. Better to stay home and enjoy the rib eye steaks or wild game supper that I make for us at home. Add a glass or two of wine, and it's perfect.
Plus the next morning, I don't need to remember how I got home-- IF I got home-- or how to use socks and underwear.
Bars might be fun for the young, but only the young.
One of the perks of aging is not caring about shit like this anymore. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up fully rested and able to take advantage of my day off by doing absolutely nothing. It’s more pleasurable when you’re awake to enjoy it.
One year I went to New York City for new year's. We quickly figured out that trying to get into Times Square would be miserable, so we found a little bar with some live jazz. One of my favorite NYEs ever.
I've heard that once you're in Times Square, there's no way to get out until after midnight, and no bathrooms, so people wear adult diapers. Like what in the actual fuck? How is watching Ryan Seacrest or whoever the fuck blather into a camera while a ball slowly drops down a rod worth standing in dirty diapers for six hours?
We used to watch the ball drop but it's gotten old over time. So we decided to make it a big movie night. Make some food, have some drinks and enjoy the evening with family.
When I was a kid, we would watch it every year. No one ever told me that we were watching with a 3 hour delay on the West Coast and everyone "celebrating" in the video had gone home three hours earlier. It made New Year's feel like a big ass lie. Put two and two together on my own though when I was about 23.
Alternatively: work as usual, stay home, go to bed by 10PM. Never turn on a TV or livestream related to the day. Also remind yourself that the year should start on April 1st.
Romans started the year in March, this is why the names of September (7), October (8), November (9), and December (10) don't make sense in our calendar.
The one time I actually went bar hopping on New Year's Eve was horrible. Where we were they'd set up some inflatable obstacle course like ninja warrior but tame. My buddy's wife wanted to do it, but he didn't, so I was like ok I'll race you. They made you take off your shoes when you get in line.
So my feet are always wet with sweat. I have hyperhidrosis. I have circulation issues as well and my feet are always cold if it's not 75 degrees or better. So my socks were wet, standing in the street, and it's 30 degrees or so. My socks were actually getting frozen to the street at times. After we did the obstacle thing we were walking up the street and I could tell there was something really wrong with my feet. I was stumbling and I hadn't had much to drink.
So we went into a bar and I went into the bathroom and took my shoes and socks off. My feet were totally numb but also somehow in really bad pain? I was getting frostbite. No this wasn't the pins and needles thing. I'm trained in outdoor emergency care, this was frostbite. So I ran hot water over my feet one at a time in the sink while people pounded on the door and screamed at me.
Other bad things happened that night but that part was the worst. Now I either stay home or go to a friend's.
Oh man, I loved the Nye when I did a startup with a partner I hated, she went home to her parents and I stayed at the place we were living, while I was nocturnal.
Last thing I did before going to bed on the morning was go to the supermarket, buy sausage, bacon, bagels, cheese, rum (capt Morgan and Malibu), kahlua, cream and pineapple juice.
I went to sleep at like 8am. I woke up at 7pm and just watched the big Lebowski, posted on 420 Chan, smoked weed, drank white Cubans and piña coladas, ate sausage and bacon bagels.