For a while my New Year's Eve traditions have been modest, but satisfying. I like to meet the new year on my feet, to symbolise something-or-other about not taking life lying down. This one is pretty easy. The next one is much more difficult after a long party when everyone else goes home at 1am: I stay up to watch the sunrise, because that's when we feel like days really begin in our Western culture. Admittedly, I haven't done this for a couple of years, and I don't know if I'll make it this year, but I think it's important to keep it as an ideal.
Mokalus of Borg
PS - The 1am-to-6am stretch is a pretty hard slog.
PPS - Because there's little to do and, as I said, everyone's gone home.
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Did we do this one year when I lived at Eleventy-One? Or was that just an all-nighter for some random reason?
I can't remember specifically. It could have been a little of both.
admittedly a little late for the most recent transition, but could you not see in the new year at midnight, have a quick kip and then wake in time to see the sun rise?
Went to Mt Cootha to see the sunrise this year, didn't see much as there was too much cloud cover, did notice the day getting brighter tho
I did, in fact, sleep for a while and wake up early to watch the sunrise. Unfortunately, as Stu discovered, the cloud cover was a little too heavy.
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