Have a glass of bourbon at 9 pm, go to bed. Follow me for more middle aged life tips.
My wife and I are going to enjoy a magnum of prosecco and build some Lego sets.
Oh, thanks for the reminder! I need to get a Lego set on the way home!
A brilliant way to celebrate the biggest non-event of the year.
Throw a big partygo to someone else’s big party.This is why extroverts confound me.
Imagine going to crowded places out of your own free will.
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.
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.
On a loop. 16 hours straight.
Who goes to a busy location for NYE? It’s the classic night for a house party!
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.
insert meme of guy sitting at computer, fireworks going off out the window, guy looking disgruntled and closing the blinds
Just do whatever the fuck you please. It’s that simple!
Alternatively spend New Year’s Eve with friends in vrchat, drinking beer from your fridge, and having your bed only 20 feet away in the next room
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?
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.
