Happy 2008 World...

I celebrated the coming of 2008 just as I entered 2007. No fanfare, alone, in bed.

I don't really get New Year's. I have done the parties, spend hideous cover charges to get in the right clubs. Dressed up, dressed down. Drank much. But I have never really enjoyed it.

For Y2K I was on call at work, required to stay within 10 minutes of my employer and sober. As all of my friends lived quite far away, I was unable to join any festivities so I rented a couple of movies, cleaned my apartment and gave myself a facial. Best New Year's Eve ever.

I've tried to keep the tradition up but often someone well intentioned will find out I'm planning to be alone and make sure I can't be. They find ways, gentle or not, to make sure I am where they are and having "fun". When possible, I break away pre-midnight and make my way home. Sleep by midnight if possible.

Does this make me a New Year's scrooge? Or just an old before their time hermit? Either way, it's who I like to be on this one night of the year. Just don't tell anyone.