Here’s a question for you that no one will answer: have you ever forgotten it was New Year’s Eve until after the strike of 12? This doesn’t count going to bed early on purpose.
There have been a few times today where I thought to myself, “I might forget to watch the ball drop tonight.” Of course, it wouldn’t really matter (and clearly, we have no big plans), but I think I’d be pretty disappointed if I didn’t ring the New Year’s watching what may be Dick Clarke’s last (but maybe not with his whole living-forever deal with the devil thing).
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