While I have professed my love to all things resolution-y when it comes to the new year, I now profess my hatred for New Years Eve. I used to say it was my favorite holiday…perhaps because at that point in my life, I could generally be found holding down a bar stool at my college campus. Since you know, I’m not 19 anymore…I mean, 21 (and I was DEFINITELY drinking WATER, * coughcough* )….New Years Eve has dropped from the top of my Most Loved Holidays…to the very bottom.
Like clockwork, Mr. Prevention and I get into an argument on December 31st between the hours of 7 and 10pm. There is something seriously, seriously disturbing about that fact.