auld lang syne

So, New Year's Eve. On principle, I'm not a big fan, but I always end up having some kind of party (although I call them gatherings, because I'm also not a big fan of parties). I really have no idea how it happens. Or why, on occasion, it has involved Crazy Neighbor Chuck and his friends crashing and making out with my friends' friends on my couch and putting on weird techno music and not leaving until 4 AM. Anyway, this year, I'm going out. I've never really gone out on the town on New Year's Eve, with good reason, I think. Who wants to buy a ticket for admission into a cramped bar and subject themselves to poorly mixed cocktails and uncomfortable shoes? Me, clearly! Don't worry, I'm sure this will get it out of my system.