old story, but way back in college, one had figured a way to beat the hysteria and general manicness of new year’s eve. we simply rejigged the dates — by a couple of months.
consequently, new year’s eve was the last day of august, and new year, september 1. so we would get all the stressing about what to wear, and where to go, neatly out of the way — and smile calmly through the december-end mayhem that the rest of the world put itself though.
these days, of course, the new year is just another opportunity to demonstrate one’s grownupness. semi-democratic discussions of venue that could teach the united nations a thing or two. flights and hotel reservations made months in advance. wedding-planner-level co-ordination to ensure that everyone shows up, preferably looking fabulous.
shame how things change. though, if they didn’t, we’d probably be blind to their former brilliance.
or maybe we’re just in the worst time zone of the universe. and everything ‘former’ is brilliant.