I’m not a fan of New Year’s Eve. It’s faux joyeux. It’s an annual party celebrating the simple fact that twelve months have gone by and we’re still here to talk about it – yea or nay. It’s about that perennial hope that the next twelve months will allow us to experience something really worth celebrating. It’s about eating and drinking. Streamers and balloons. And let’s not forget the requisite kissing of strangers. FYI: If I don’t want to kiss you on Tuesday, I’m not kissing you on New Year’s Eve.