You don’t have to go out on New Year’s. Everyone else is going to be stumbling around the city in sequined jumpsuits, consumed with the eternal quest for the best place to put on their 2015 glasses and grin wildly for the camera, as that big ball makes its inevitable descent in Times Square, so it doesn’t really matter if you’re asleep by 11:30. I am averse to crowds, and have a love-hate relationship with putting on fancy clothes for things that I consider to be non-events. I am a New Year’s Eve grump, through and through, though I have been convinced in the past to put on something nice and head out into the night. This year, I’m not feeling the weird pressure that I usually do to go out and spend a lot of money while wandering around from bar to bar looking for something that isn’t rib-crushingly crowded and full of douchebags. I’m content to spend the night in or to go out — wherever fate decides to take me, I’m good with it. And, I have a look ready for every option.
I am not here to tell you what to do on New Year’s Eve, but I am here to give you three potential scenarios for ushering in another rotation around the sun, and the beauty routines to go with them, if you choose to celebrate. Keep reading »
Like John Oliver, and many of you out there, I assume, New Year’s Eve is basically my worst nightmare. It’s an exhausting holiday for which one is expected to buy a new dress, go out to a place packed with other humans, feel weird if they don’t have a date — or have an awkward date with someone they just started seeing – get hoarse from yelling “WOOOO!” so many times, and never have as good a time as they feel they are supposed to be having. Last year, I said “fuck it” and stayed home and watched the “Twilight Zone” marathon on the SyFy channel and it felt like the most luxurious thing I’d ever done in my life.
However, if you’re not me and for some reason have a problem telling people “I hate New Year’s Eve and I seriously just want to stay home and live tweet’The Twilight Zone,’ but I’ll be happy to hang out with you next Tuesday!”, John Oliver has come up with some handy excuses to keep you from spending a night of misery among the unwashed yet glittery masses. Good luck!
With the pretty lights and copious booze, New Year’s Eve is the ideal setting for romance to bloom. Or, at least, to cop a drunken feel.
All you have to do is make sure you don’t piss all over yourself… Keep reading »
We somehow got cropped out of the photo, ahem, but Sirs Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen join all of us at The Frisky in wishing you a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!
There’s nothing I enjoy more when I’m drunk than stopping by McDonald’s on the way home — the only time I go to Mickey D’s, by the way — and getting myself some chicken nuggets. Something about the greasiness and chickenness and saltiness just hits the drunken spot!
But it turns out I’m doing drunk-snacks all wrong. Keep reading »
Throughout the years, there have been hundreds of variations on the classic New Year’s Eve ball drop. Georgia drops a peach, Pennsylvania drops a Liberty Bell, and MTV even once dropped Mark Wahlberg’s pants. But in Brasstown, N.C., they drop a live possum … for real. Read more on Huffington Post …