While everyone else was partying, singing and pretending they were going to make improvements come the New Year, I was far too lame.
For whatever reason, New Year's Eve hasn't been a favorite holiday since my twenties. I'm not terribly interested in waking up with a hangover, nor driving on streets after midnight. Loud and half-naked rock stars annoy me. So do overcrowded (and overpriced) bars. Again, I'm lame.
I prefer having my kids with me anyway. And so far, they're not quite ready to ditch me on New Year's yet. So, I thought I'd own up to what I was really thinking on New Year's Eve during the countdown.