In the eleven December 31st's that Stephanie and I have been together, we frequently think two days before hand about what we're going to do, and most of those years, we haven't done anything. We've gone to a few parties here and there, but generally speaking we end up chilling at home as if it were pretty much any other night.
It's not that we're anti-social or anything. The truth is that we don't even ask most of our friends what they're doing. I guess the "holiday" really isn't that important. Certainly getting drunk isn't what it used to be either. So as of now, it looks like we'll spend Friday night with Regis.
What I don't understand is where the notion comes from that you have to be doing something special that night. Honestly, 2004 was the first year since 2000 that brought anything strongly positive into my life. Who knows how 2005 will be. Furthermore, I can't allow myself to get all jacked up on what might be this year (or the next, or the one after that) when I should be making something of the time I have right now.
The passage of time seems to get faster and faster as you get older. Trying to find meaning in birthdays and new years gets more difficult every year.