I still haven't decided what I'm wearing to the couch for New Years Eve. I might not even go.
No, I'll be munching and will watch the ball drop. I'll go into the bedroom and kiss the Spousal Equivalent and wish him a Happy New Year. He'll respond with "Mmmffhh mmfffhh...", which I'll translate as, "My darling, thank you for another wonderful year and I look forward to spending many more with you" but which I suspect really translate to "Mmmfffhhh...mmffhh..."
I don't think he's been awake at midnight for 20 years, except for the time my plane came in five hours late and he had to pick me up at 1 a.m.