(Mind you, I remember this quote from the preview. No way did I pay a single dime to see that movie after sitting through the pain that was Valentine's Day. Fool me once, Garry Marshall, fool me once.)
"New Year's is the worst night of all to go out."
Anyhow, I have a significant beef with this piece of wisdom. New Year's Eve is not the worst night of all to go out. For my money, Halloween takes the cake each and every year. And here's why.
1. Costumes are expensive. Yeah, yeah, you can make your own and that's all fine and well, but it seems like most convincing and well-executed costumes are a significant time and/or money suck. So your options are to shell out for a pre-made costume, hope you're creative enough to make your own, or spend your entire evening answering "What are you supposed to be?"
2. Women's costumes are just a joke. This is well-trod territory, but I don't really want to pay a pretty penny for a scrap of fabric that is allegedly supposed to make me look like a inappropriately-uniformed nurse or police officer or mail carrier or what have you.
5. Most parties don't even have candy. It's Halloween, people. Keep your eye on the ball.
I feel like we as a society are reaching the point where we largely acknowledge that NYE is a night of overblown expectations and people pretending to enjoy champagne. The real underbelly of the holiday circuit is Halloween. Give me a night of sweatpants, a good movie, and some fun-sized candy bars, and I'm in Halloween heaven.
Agree or disagree?