And there's a crisp, shart pain magic in the air.
"New Year’s Eve almost always falls flat.
Or at the very least, it falls short of any great expectations. It’s little more than a hype holiday where we’re encouraged to wear sequins (fine), drink too much (if you insist), and then wait for Uber surge pricing to fall (the worst).
There's a strange pressure around New Year’s—even if we opt for a pyjama fondue night or a themed movie marathon.
We’re asked to reflect and set resolutions, then told to cannon-launch ourselves into the next calendar year “and smash it!”..."
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