Most people go out on New Year’s Eve.
Girls dress in something short and shinny. Guys dress in jacketless vests. Each drop $100+ for an open bar and a terrible DJ. In a equally terrible club. The trains are packed. The city is packed. The club is packed.
If you can’t tell by now, I don’t go out on NYE. It’s just not for me. In my 24 years of life, I’ve always done the same thing.
Bang pots and pans.
Wear dumb hats and celebrate with the fam.
It’s a tradition.
……..Now it’s time for The HoneyMooners.