It's been years since I marked the occassion in any way. I stopped bothering to care because, to be honest, I don't need an excuse to get drunk and make a fool of myself. It happens too close to Christmas to be of any practical use.
New Year's Day is the only secular, non-political/historical holiday on the calendar. If we're just going to have a gimme holiday for no particular reason, I'd much rather it fall during the long holidayless months between President's Day and Memorial Day.
I propose we move New Year's Day to the second Friday in April! At least then it'll be warm enough to shoot fireworks at midnight, and it will always give us a three day weekend. That's something I can celebrate. Frigid mid-week New Year's celebrations suck polar bear nuts.
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Funny how my 1mentally-and-emotionally-12-but-stuck-in-a-40-something-year-old-body sister-in-law couldn't understand why I didn't want to go party with her last night. I understand that I'm the perfect designated driver, but why the hell would I want to go to a smoke-filled bar and watch people get drunk until 2 a.m. There's a rock band, too? Great, I'm sure there'll be a bunch of other seven-months pregnant girls there just like me to party with...
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