Parties do very little for me. Freshman year of college I attended one, singular, and was there maybe ten minutes before turning right around and leaving. There’s something claustrophobic about a number of people pressed too close together, sidling around one another and screaming over the music. Now I understand not all parties are like this, and I’m being generic here. I get that. Getting together with friends is not what I’d consider a party, even if it’s labeled as such, like Housewarming Party, or New Baby Party, or Whatever Party. Those fall more into Adult Bonding Rituals. People seem to like them. You might infer from this I also do not care for clubs. Or bars. Honky Tonks I think I’d be fine with, as they have mechanical bulls.
So New Years.
Perhaps I’m predisposed given my leanings to being confused by the whole thing. Birthdays make sense, those at least being a celebration of you managing to come together as a miraculous collection of cells, although you had nothing to do with the process. Thankfully. New Year’s Eve and consequently New Years just seems a strange commemoratory process. Is it in recognition of your survival of the past year? Is it a looking forward to the unknown next? An excuse to get together and hang out? I call that Saturday, but we all have our reasons. Those braving the New York City cold are especially curious, waiting untold hours in sub-weather, packed together like so much meat wearing (admittedly fantastic) glasses and top hats and banners and all manner of who-knows-what-else, waiting for a ten second slice of time where they can howl descending numbers together before hugging and kissing (again, a Saturday) and braving the long battle home. Perhaps it’s an experiential affair, a bucket list checkmark, or story to whip out at one of those Adult Bonding Rituals. I don’t know.
I’m a hypocrite here, however. My wife is more the social butterfly than I am, and this is something I’m working on getting better at, or more open to at least, and were she to tell me visiting Times Square on New Year’s was the pinnacle of some lifelong dream, I’d be there in a second with my own glasses and top hat and banner and who-knows-what-else. And I’m sure it would be an experience, certainly an anecdote to be exhibited at just the right times.
At full disclosure, this year I will be spending the night with friends, my justification that excuse to get together. I’m told there will be Cards Against Humanity available, which I have yet to play though always wanted to. My version of Apples to Apples often becomes a PG version of Cards, a result likely leading to my failing to win time and again, so I’m anxious to experience the real deal. If this fails to happen, I’ll be reevaluation my friends as a resolution.