I don't know about you but I was up at 5:30 this morning after sleeping through the first midnight countdown since I was probably eight years old. I went to bed when the clock read 11:11pm and just couldn't be bothered to make it another 49 minutes. I told my husband, "it's already 2011 in Montreal".
I remember thinking my parents were the dullest pair of party poopers when they went to bed at 10pm on New Year's Eve back when I was in high school, but now that I'm a parent I'm beginning to understand the sanity of an early bedtime. It just goes to show that I'm much less interested in drama than I once was. I recall feeling that it was important to witness the changing of the years, to take stock of where my life was at and where it was going, that this was a momentous occasion. Now I value my sleep more than the thrill of the countdown or the midnight kiss, even if it is only 49 minutes more shuteye than I might otherwise get. When you're up at 5:30am, midnight is nearly morning.