"What are you doing for New Year's?" Worst. Question. Ever.

It's that time of year again, when you're scrambling to get all your gifts, booking flights for the holidays, and generally assimilating to freezing cold weather when boom: "what are you doing for new years?" someone asks. Does this question stress you out as much as it does me? Not that it isn't nice that people are asking, but it always comes at the wrong time. Around December 29th is when I'm able to conceive of making a plan - the same plan usually - whatever is cheap, easy to get to, and packed with friends. You know, the same requirements for a standard night out. But according to the book of modern day privilege problems: New Year's is the kind of thing you can't just "wing." It's just this anticipation that makes New Years perpetually underwhelming. So this year I'm not making plans till last minute. Who's with me?