As an introverted cynical individual, I can think of no worse way to spend a night than surrounding myself with people, most of whom are strangers, and celebrating all the ways next year is going to be better than this year. Personally, I’d rather listen to Ann Coulter sing Shania Twain and perhaps eat fruitcake.
So, should you happen to wonder, that’s what I’ll be doing. Well, that and consume copious amounts of alcohol in the form of Nyquil. Because the flu.
See ya next year.