Take that lampshade off your head Fool

So Friday night is New Year's Eve. I have not celebrated that night in a long time. The holiday used to seem so glamorous to me. I judged the night's success by what time I got home or if I got home at all. One of the wildest New Year's party's I ever attended was at a neighbor's house. Sometime around midnight most of the women at the party had gravitated to the kitchen and were all setting around a large table, three of the men at the party jumped up onto the table and did a strip. Not one of the women gave up their seat. That is about as close as I have ever gotten to seeing someone putting a lampshade on his or her head.
New Year's Eve is called Amateur's night, but I've never seen an Amateur at any party I attended, we were all hard core drinkers. I gave up my amateur statues before the age of 16. It was a long time before I decided to go 180 degrees in the other direction. I started staying home on New Year's Eve. Any person with sense, let alone sophistication would never be caught out after 6pm on that night. I am not sure what made me make such a drastic change. In or out of relationships, drinking or not drinking I began staying home. This year will be different, it will be somewhere between a lampshade and the remote control, a place I should have tried long ago. I will go out for dinner then lend support to a friend as he makes a speech in front of 75 to 100 people and finish up the night with a little live Rock and Roll. At my age there is not much to prove looking down the end of a champagne flut at midnight. Home before 11pm; with the night being neither wild or dull, just somewhere inbetween.