New Year's Eve, despite all the manufactured hoopla about how exciting it is, rarely deviates from its tired story line. People show up, they drink, they count backward from ten, somebody throws up, and everybody tries to get home safely and without catching an STD. Only 1999's celebration held any real suspense, because of that whole Y2K thing (memo to 1999: Were we all taking crazy pills?). But at the Immediacy... More >>>