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I find New Year's do be a crap-assed holiday. Perhaps this is from First Nite Buffalo biting that part of my thigh that really hurts when it gets bitten and refusing to give me beer. Maybe it goes further back, to my spotty recollection of the Hoffmann family New Year's Eve, with bad cheese puffs that everyone else said were good and a young me not understanding what the big deal was celebrating a switch from last year's horsie calendar to next year's kitten calendar. In my "adult life", New Year's has just been an excuse to get drunk (and excuses are for people who thinks they've done something wrong - either through omission or commission - and if getting drunk is wrong, consider me Miles Davis) and act stupid. I get drunk and/or act stupid on a regular basis, and don't need an old man and a baby to drop a light ball to tell me when to do it. Also, I rarely get drunk on New Year's. I don't like groups of people, as a general rule, but cannot tolerate groups of people I don't know. When I find myself at a "party" with people I don't know, the old Fight or Flight instinct kicks in. And its exceedingly rare that I even show up at a party, let alone stay long (this year's alexmas party being the obvious exception). My point is this - if you're the jackass that goes to a New Year's party to get drunk and wear a lampshade, I hate you. You ruin the holiday season. That's why Christianity is losing popularity. Because of you.