Well, it all depends on what you're into, of course, but if it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't go to this in a million years. It's so crowded you can't move, you get groped/snogged/etc by total strangers in the street, people throw their (glass) bottles in the air when they've finished drinking, etc. It is indeed a massive piss up with, unfortunately, all the negatives that entails.
Of course, I am prematurely middle aged: I will be spending my Hogmanay drinking heavily with a small select group of friends in a little seaside cottage in a fairly remote bit of the Dumfries and Galloway coast.
Of course, I am prematurely middle aged: I will be spending my Hogmanay drinking heavily with a small select group of friends in a little seaside cottage in a fairly remote bit of the Dumfries and Galloway coast.
That *does* sound much nicer, and not prematurely middle-aged at all. When I was a kid, New Years (which is my parents' aniversary) consisted of me and them sitting up until midnight (with both of them dozing off at various points) until the ball dropped in Times Square on the telly, at which point my mum would say "Thank goodness!" and go to bed and my dad would go to his study to potter for a few hours.
Since I've been an adult, they haven't usually be quite that exciting. :-(
It should also be noted that my parents are high-living bacchanlians who, when my ex and I gave them a nice bottle of champagne one year for New Years drank a glass each, recorked it, and left it on the kitchen counter "for later" where I found it several months later.
That all sounds scarily familiar. When I was growing up, New Year meant a dinner of party food eaten with my parents and siblings (if they were around). Didn't start staying up til midnight until I was in my teens, I'd guess. And these days I *am* your mum!
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Date: 2005-09-30 04:38 pm (UTC)Of course, I am prematurely middle aged: I will be spending my Hogmanay drinking heavily with a small select group of friends in a little seaside cottage in a fairly remote bit of the Dumfries and Galloway coast.
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Date: 2005-09-30 04:50 pm (UTC)That *does* sound much nicer, and not prematurely middle-aged at all. When I was a kid, New Years (which is my parents' aniversary) consisted of me and them sitting up until midnight (with both of them dozing off at various points) until the ball dropped in Times Square on the telly, at which point my mum would say "Thank goodness!" and go to bed and my dad would go to his study to potter for a few hours.
Since I've been an adult, they haven't usually be quite that exciting. :-(
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Date: 2005-09-30 04:55 pm (UTC)It should also be noted that my parents are high-living bacchanlians who, when my ex and I gave them a nice bottle of champagne one year for New Years drank a glass each, recorked it, and left it on the kitchen counter "for later" where I found it several months later.
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Date: 2005-09-30 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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