When I was growing up, my family's New Year's Eve tradition consisted of some variation of a cheese & summer sausage tray, Martinelli's Sparkling Apple Cider, a 'party box' with noisemakers, hats, and leis, and watching a combination of all the networks' New Years Eve Specials, catching the 'it' bands in Times Square and Vegas and all the worldwide fireworks displays, as presented on TV, usually starting in Sydney Harbor. Oh, and the gunshots from the Mexicans in Otay who shoot bullets to celebrate, but that's a whole different thing altogether.
Well, now, the kids have Ryan Seacrest, and on MTV? A New Years Eve special featuring the shittiest bands in the world and hosted by Tila Tequila.
I couldn't be more grateful that I'm 31.