My way of expressing contempt for the idea of taking note of the one random point in the space-time continuum that is the arrival of the new year is to put myself in a place where I am unaware of when that point arrives, and where it would be socially unacceptable for anyone to take notice of it. I could, of course, accomplish the same thing by just going to bed early, but where's the fun in that?
Anyway, I quickly ran into a problem: the theater hasn't posted its schedule for New Year's Eve yet. Bah! This exemplifies the sort of discrimination I face as a New Year's Eve hater. People who want to celebrate the new year by going out to dinner can make their reservations right now, whereas I will have to wait until sometime next week to buy my movie ticket. Oh, the injustice of it all!