No one is expected to remember what they did on any given January 31. There's no big pressure to ring in February, or June, for that matter, so spectacularly that you remember it through the ages. It seems random to me that we restart the year in the beginning of a season -- and a cold, hibernating one at that. I think the old Roman tradition of starting the year in March makes much more sense (and no, not just because it's my birthday month!). So this year, I vowed to ignore new year's eve and be a hermit for the evening. I downloaded the first season of "Mad Men" from itunes, and planned on having popcorn and ice cream for dinner. alone, thank you very much.