Friends are asking annoying questions in hopes of picking The Right Party and ordering enough drugs.
Girls are preparing via buying condoms and Boys are buying shoes (remember this is Milan).
Excitement and desperation fill the air as people get ready to have the "best night of the year."
And thank god I'm not involved.
For someone who parties 6 days a week it only makes sense to spend NYE alone at home, watching "The Simple Life" and skype-ing my Mother at midnight.
I'd ask you to join me, but I don't want you to.
Happy New Year.