I like New Year’s. Or rather, new years.
New Year’s the holiday doesn’t mean all that much to me. New years as in here comes another 365-day lap around the sun, well, that’s another matter entirely.
See, I’m not much for parties, don’t drink champagne and get kind of bored with football after the eighth or ninth hour of bowl games. Mostly, I see New Year’s Day as a good excuse for being completely slobbed out. Of course, I also feel that way about Thursdays.