Can’t deal with New Year’s Eve? Try lunch.
I once asked a dear friend of mine, a man with at least several points more of IQ than a low-grade fever claims in mercury and a penchant for securing invitations from the hipster set, why he refuses to go out on new years' eve, and he told me, in no uncertain terms, "it's the ultimate rookie night". And he's right, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't go out and celebrate, and why I'm taking my wife to lunch instead of dinner. What, really, is more luxuriant, more celebratory, than ordering a cocktail or a glass of bubbly at lunchtime, or walking out of a nice restaurant, arm in arm and a little warm and tipsy, in broad daylight? It's very nearly downright naughty, and who's not a fan of that?