New Year’s Eve is like Restaurant Week for the sixes and sevens, except instead of eating at restaurants they’d never be able to regularly, it’s going out and dressing up to fulfill their selfie quotas for the next year. The only real merit to New Year’s Eve is getting an unnecessary extra week off of work. Regardless, it’s one of the only nationally recognized excuses for a hangover, so you’re going to go out anyways. When you’re a single betch, however, New Year’s is special in its own way. Here’s what goes through your mind as you countdown to an arbitrary new beginning.