I am apparently a party of one, but I care not. If everyone wants to just sit there like so much fish, that is their prerogative. I am partying, baby, I am shaking my booty, baby, and I am welcoming in the New Year in high fashion (madras Bermuda shorts, and a Love Me Large t-shirt).
I am now breaking open a new can of Diet Coke with which to toast in the New Year.