"Yeah, I never go," I say, huffing out a laugh. "And every year, I'm proved right in not going. But I don't know. You know how Effy is." She's much more social than I am. If she says we're going out for New Year's, we're going out, and I'm not going to argue. I know she wouldn't make me stay for too long if I start getting uncomfortable. If going for a little while makes her happy, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Or maybe we'll just stay home. I never know with her.