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It used to be that I made big plans for a night on the town every New Year's Eve. I'd concoct elaborate arrangements to visit the hottest of hot spots with my most fun-loving pals and ring in the 12 o'clock hour, champagne glass raised to the disco-ball ceiling, with friends and friendly strangers amidst a shower of confetti. Between overserved revelers and understaffed bars, my grand ideas always seemed to turn into pumpkins somewhere before midnight.