I love the idea of New Year’s Eve — the opportunity for renewal, the impetus to grow and improve, a chance to find closure. That’s all fine and good. It’s more the commercialized aspects that drives me bonkers.
Adults treat NYE like prom, minus the braces and acne. You can choose to make it a big production and spend hundreds of dollars on a party that’s guaranteed to plateau at midnight or stay home, watch the ball drop, and get a good night’s rest. (Mmm, sleep.) I can’t say one outcome is better than the other.
See, I worked at a bar several NYE celebrations in a row, and I was content with that. I wasn’t forced to pay ridiculous cover charges, didn’t need to buy new clothes or get a haircut or anything like that. Few people have it better than bartenders on NYE.
My girlfriend and I found something away from our living room, but it’s a good cause. We will be joining several friends to see Brother Ali perform at the Marriott City Center. I’ll let Ali explain: