I just find all the hype to be sorta overrated, and the actual event seems bizarrely anticlimactic. It's just another second/minute/hour/day/week/month/year, and I don't really Get the big deal. Simultaneously, and despite not getting it, that arbitrary moment never fails to make me feel supremely alone, no matter who I'm with.
So next year, I'll remember -- do something in the evening and go to bed when I'm tired. Silly Rosa.