It happens every year: starting in early December the texts start trickling in: "Yo, what are you doing for New Year's Eve?" I shiver with pure hatred at the thought. Oh, you mean, "how are you going to blow wads of cash and not even hose and spray a chick down?" Listen, I'm all for raiding the ATM and swiping my credit card in a str*pper's butt cheeks until the wee morning with my boys. However, there are elements of New Year's — like the $200 20-minute open bar where I'm forced to stand next to Orange Anthony from Jersey as we vie for the two beers that come as part of "the package" (more on the tiered pricing later) — that I just can't stand.
"There's always this expectation that New Year's will be the best party ever," says BroBible's Brandon Wenerd. He could not be more right. Those little fliers the guido elves hand out with "celebrity invite JaRule! NBA Development League Player!" always have a Latina babe with an ass crafted by the gods. I'm sure she's going to be at that party, she loves being repped on the glossy stock paper, you see. Hell, this year there's not even a Winter Classic to use as an excuse to not go out. Still, here are the 11 reasons that New Year's Eve is actually the worst bar night of the year.
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