After some years of never managing to get anything set for NYE, then more years of working through it, I embraced my inner introvert (wait, are there even outer introverts…?) and decided the reason I never bothered to get into any of the parties was because I don’t really like parties that much and doing “something small with a few friends” was still adhering to the same convention, and what I really wanted to do, especially on a night when that’s unthinkable for many people, was absolutely nothing. There’s a sense of liberty to that.
That said, “nothing” in my book consists of watching concert videos on that one TV station that always lines up live shows on big holidays, or on YouTube when the scheduled shows were crap, maybe scheduling a movie so it finishes before 12 and the noise outside doesn’t bother me, and maybe drawing a comic or something. Oh, and hanging out on Twitter with all the other folks who didn’t bother going out has become a staple, too.
I wanted to do that yesterday, too, but my flatmate dragged me to one of the small parties. Oh well, can’t win them all.