Even in my wilder years, New Year's Eve celebrations always felt a little anticlimactic. There was Y2K in Chicago, where my friend Chrissy and I partied a little too hard on Y2K Eve's Eve and spent most of the day recovering on the couch checking off other time zones that hadn't imploded. Another year I was outside having a cigarette and missed the countdown and ball drop completely (another reason not to smoke, kids).
Now that I'm older and ostensibly wiser (or I just tire more easily), I actually worry about stuff like being on the roads with the crazies. Since my move to the Near East Side, I also worry about where all those celebratory bullets end up on their way back down. That said, I had a nice time this New Year's Eve enjoying the hospitality of friends Jill & Jon in Carmel. I still almost missed the countdown, though - no matter how old I am, I will always be easily distracted!