December 31, 2007, - 5:10 pm
By Debbie Schlussel
To my friends and readers, I wish you a Happy New Year. May it be productive, happy, healthy, and peaceful. Thanks to all of you who sent me New Year’s greetings. Right back at ya.
That said, I have always felt that the holiday is the most over-rated of celebrations, the most artificial and super-imposed of occasions. (Ditto for the resolutions many people give up by February 1. Why do you need the first of the year as your impetus for improvement? Any day will do.) Forget Dick Clark, Ryan Secrest, and some annoying nobody Englishwoman Rupert Murdoch is televising (Cat Deeley–WHO?). Watching the ball drop is like watching mice flock to cheese. No big whoop. No amusement. Just roteness and boredom.
For me, New Year’s Eve is by choice always prime video-rental and viewing time. I forego the parties and my chance to try to get home without being the victim of a drunk driver. It is the one night of the year on which I am very happy to skip the parties, say no thanks to the invitations and going out, and be warm and comfy without any bother.
If you are not at a party, do not feel bad. Know that you have company with the many Americans like me who choose to stay home, enjoy it far better, and avoid the meaningless bluster and hype promoted by hotels, restaurants, and bars. There is no purpose to watch a ball falling and get drunk just for drunkenness’ sake.
To those who go to parties, enjoy. But I hope your new year is happier than the formality parties and more full than the “required” cocktails and kisses at Midnight. And I hope my new year is as happy as my enjoyment of staying home, being comfortable, and avoiding the broadcast network fare on this night.
And in advance, earlier today, I celebrated by hitting the gym before my “festivities.” Cheers–I clink my half orange juice/half seltzer-water glass to you.
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