Fun new years eve ideas for people who don't go out and/or are introverts/depressives
Go on YouTube to watch videos of other people celebrating New Years Eve all around the world.
Play 365 games of Pyramid Solitaire. For every game you win, that's how many more years you have left to live.
Have a second Christmas/Hanukkah by re-wrapping ordinary kitchen objects (a crusty dish towel, serving spoon, spices) in brown paper bags and opening them up at midnight.
Cut up tons of confetti using ordinary white printer paper and throw in the air at midnight. Then play a game to see how many pieces each person can pick up off the floor before 12:05 a.m.
Binge watch 20,000 Pyramid episodes circa 1978 and flip back and forth between that and Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's to try to figure out why the
Take turns reading aloud from Dickens' classic, A Jersey New Year, Yo.
We didn't go out for New Years but we did go to meet Dan's mom for an afternoon lunch at Maggiano's in Bridgewater, where they allow you to order an entire other pasta entree to take home at the end of the meal. When did to go food from the restaurant become an idea? I blame Olive Garden for this phenomenon. Luke and my mom came along, and the meal was surprisingly good. I mean, it's pasta though. Then we went to Crate & Barrel where I didn't buy Luke a new desk because the cheapest one was $799. Took Mom back home, picked up some shrimp paella from Despanya in Princeton, and then Dan drove L. to meet his mom. We were so stuffed from our late lunch that we didn't actually sit down to dinner, though I managed to eat some cookies. Dan and I wrote up our intentions for the next year and stuck them to the wall. Writing is one of mine, so I'm doing it today. I picked the longest movie I could find on Netflix, Zodiac. In case you haven't seen it, the movie is set in the 1970s and centers around a killer in California and the men who are obsessed in finding out who he is. The main characters were Jake Gyllenhaal as the obsessed cartoonist and Mark Ruffalo as the obsessed detective and then you had Robert Downey Junior as the alcoholic crime writer. A bunch of other guys were also trying to solve the case and two hours and 47 minutes later, you realize that the crime was never totally solved. Oh, and Chloe Sevigny is in it, playing the long-suffering wife. The rest of the cast is entirely white male. I get it; it's based on a true story, but you could tell it from any perspective, right? We were in bed before midnight.
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