Joanna Borns: Last year was the best New Year's Eve I've had in a while: I was leaning over to grab a shrimp, and my hair went into a candle and caught on fire. Fortunately I was able to put it out before anyone noticed, and I was able to continue eating shrimp. And I had a good time, because my only criterium for "a good time" is shrimp.
On December 31, 2009 I'm three months into a working holiday in Sydney, Australia, and am finally starting to feel comfortable in the heart of Caucasia: I have a group of friends, a cute apartment, and I’ve finally gotten used to strangers touching my skin and hair, and asking me if I'm Sudanese.
New Year’s Eve starts out pretty tame, as I head to North Sydney with some friends to a BBQ/pool party hosted by a brilliant gay man who knows the key to a good time: booze, booze, sausages, and potato salad. Around 10 p.m., I decide I want to see the fireworks in the city. After all, [...]
According to some heartwarming Match.com math, 59% of single people would prefer being kissed on New Year's Eve to getting a new computer. (Maybe a lot of them already have a computer that's really good?)
But if they'd been smarter, the single people should have said "a computer" and then arranged it so they kissed someone a few minutes after midnight on New Year's Eve, so it would technically be January 1st and they'd have gotten the kiss and the new computer. Because I bet the new computers get handed out at midnight, which means you could go hide it or put it in a locker or whatever, [...]