I don't have plans for New Year's Eve either.
It's odd. Last year my friends and I made a big deal about it: threw a hotel party in San Francisco, I ended up getting into this 21+ party across the street (I was 19, just walking down the street and this drunk guy asks me if I want into the party - I reply yes and he started fucking shoving security and made a big spectacle while I walked in unnoticed. I met him again later when he slid and knocked me over while I was talking to some girl), but anyhow left that when it shut down at 2 a.m. and started talking to these girls on a street corner waiting for a party bus, I hopped on with them and then my memory blurs a bit but I remember being in their room (same hotel as ours, different floor) - me and four girls doing coke; I remember hitting on one with purple hair, but anyway I think I pissed her off (she was the freaky-bitch type I recall) so I left/got kicked out and headed back to my room to find out that my friends got evicted from our room while I was out so now I'm stranded alone without a phone (left it in the girls' room I found out later - got it back by a chance miracle of seeing them again just as they were entering a cab to leave) but anyhow I ended up wandering Union Square for a while and talking to strangers and just making the best out of being hungover, lost, and alone; which was pretty badass because I met the girl with the purple hair again and she gave me a little tour but anyhow I got my phone back and had my friends pick me up and we went home. This year I pretty much stopped partying entirely
P.S. I'll never understand people who get really into coke; for me the horrible comedowns just ruin the entire goddamn notion of ever wanting to do it, and taking pharmies after always just makes me feel gross.
Bleh. Drugs suck.