It's a well established fact that generally fun people hate New Year's Eve. The idea of forced fun makes the spontaneous shudder. The idea of paying three times more for a night out makes us feel despair. Not to mention the oldies and the children that suddenly appear all over town and the fact that getting a taxi is impossible.
M has decided on the classic 'if you can't beat em join em' route and is going to an oldie BBQ which is likely to have her in bed not long after midnight. NYE is no longer the evening for crazy antics. If it ever was.
J is off camping at a music festival with Druggie, her new boyfriend and a few other buddies. She got a whole bunch of alcohol stolen off her on the first night and someone (most likely Druggie to be honest) pissed in her baby pool. It's already all falling apart. At least she can get high and stare into space and feel like she's having a good time.
L and G are spending the night with respective new (old whatever) boyfriends which is giving A the shits. She's decided to organise a poker night with her remaining uni friends and mull over how much they don't want to graduate at the end of the coming year.
NYE generally means someone will get emotional and have a break-down, the booze will run an out an hour too early and at least 5 people you don't know will send you a text message wishing you a happy new year and saying they love you.