I know it's almost sacrilegious to say this in Philadelphia, but I think New Year's Day is the dumbest "holiday" ever.
And New Year's Eve ain't much better. I just don't get it. Never have gotten it, in fact.
New Year's Day signifies nothing. It's merely the first day of the year - just a unit of measurement, that's all. It's just a way to keep time, and a totally arbitrary one at that.
New Year's Eve is equally as dumb, if not dumber. All the hoopla about midnight on Dec. 31 is just plain bogus, simply an excuse for clubs and restaurants to make a big deal of nothing and charge you big bucks for it.
The rudest, loudest, most obnoxious people come crawling out of the woodwork on New Year's Eve. They don't get around very much (and don't go out very much) during the rest of the year. Trust me, you don't want to be around them.
I've actually tried to enjoy New Year's Eve in a public setting, but it's never really worked out. . . .
To read the rest of my column from today's Philadelphia Daily News click here.