The urge to "be" somewhere at New Year's Eve is almost (in my view) a kind of biological compulsion, in the manner of salmon that are compelled to return to their native spawning grounds. Christmas Day is all about family, but, if you're more or less single, New Year's Eve is really about friends and feeling connected with humanity as that dreaded hour of reality approaches like some fatalistic doomsday tidal wave.
As a younger man, I can remember my brother and I, on a family holiday at Mahia, hunting around the tiny beach town for the "cool" place to be while the "olds" settled in for a night of dancing and music and Hawke's Bay wines at the bach.
Apparently the happening place was a certain street lamp near the dairy.
But, apart from a lot of moths and a few bewildered randoms, it really wasn't happening. In the end, our parents and their friends dancing to Neil Diamond's Hot August Night double album was the best thing going.
Now married, I'm spared that feeling of being at a loose end, and the urge to be part of a crowd as the clock hits midnight. Why do we want to be with the masses? Sure, for some it's an excuse to party, but I think many feel the weight of a year turning, more so than their birthdays, and that weight is heavy.