
There's a stigma to New Year's Eve. Some reach for the stars, others are happy with a pizza and a 12-pack. But whether you're comfortably sulking around in your pajamas or awkwardly eloping the other sex at a trendy club, the bladder-aching patrons that stuff up New York City's Time Square and follow every command from Dick Clark still look like they're doing it better than you. It's nobody's fault, it's just too hyped of a night. Blame it on MTV, or Ryan Seacrest, or Prince. That's why it's good to go with sure things: sex, drugs, and [...]