Our friend Mary called, discussing New Year’s Eve upcoming. In a break with long tradition, it seems that Margie and I will be going out that evening, along with Mary and Stan.
She reported that the parties she was seeing were all labeled “New Year’s 2011” parties.
Margie passed this on, thinking I’d immediately go into a “The Year 2000 was not the first year of the 21st Century”-style pedantic rant. In general, she knows me pretty well in this kind of thing.
But I think they are correct. Yes, the soirees are all taking place on New Year’s Eve, which will still be 2010. But they are, in fact, celebrating the New Year, which is, in fact, 2011.
Maybe this is closer to the pedantic “Noon” not being 12 p.m. because p.m. is post meridian and Noon is the meridian.
Regardless, party on! (If only we had a good idea about what we were going to be doing.)
That last line reminds me of the words of Abraham Lincoln: Be excellent to each other. And… party on, dudes!
It is an unfortunate thing to be right when the majority are wrong about such things.