The delicious sense of possibility that at midnight you could kiss anyone.
You can spend the evening with your best friend, drinking champagne and eating chocolate, dressed in your finest party frocks.
You can spend the evening with your best friend, drinking champagne and eating chocolate-in your pajamas. (Renting Pride and Prejudice and inventing a Colin Firth drinking game is optional.)
You only have to go to the parties you want to go to. No bargaining over whose friends are more fun.
You can be there to comfort your dog when she freaks out from the fireworks.
No one will force you to watch Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve-or mock you if you want to watch it.
No off-key "Auld Lang Syne" in your ear. Yay!
No dealing with a date who drinks too much.
You can get as dressed up (or dressed down) as you want.
And perhaps best of all: As a gloriously single woman, you have the freedom to declare the year over at 10 P.M. and just go to bed right then!
