Put on some underwear, kicky, and join boomer!
Enjoy Harold and Kumar. The I.T. guys at work are always acting bits of it out at lunch. I know I love their version
hmmmmm, no so much depressing as weird. A couple of years ago, at the end of a relationship, I really didn't want to go out for NYE (and I'm generally not good at staying up late in any case). So, I invited a pal to come over. We shared two major interests - men and golf. I rented Caddyshack, Tin Cup and some other golf movie and he came over with champagne and really good snacks. I had the little sofa, he had the big one. I fell asleep during the first movie, and woke up at about 12:15 a.m. to a tidied up living room and kitchen and an empty locked-up house and the sound of the fireworks show from the beach. Not a bad night (for me), but weird.
Tonight, it'll just be me and the dogs - and maybe a few midnight kisses with neighbours (if I stay awake to open the door to greet the New Year). The lad's back in MudSock.