There are two types of people.
Those who can ring in the New Year with the best of them.
The people who revel in the celebrations and look forward to staying up past midnight and probably hit their second wind around 1 a.m.
And then there's me.
The person who does not care about seeing the peach, apple or whatever big disco looking ball it is drop.
I won't be up at midnight because more than likely, I have already been out for a few hours.
I used to try to stay up.
In fact, I may have made myself stay awake two times in the last 10 years and both times, I regretted it.
When the clock struck midnight and the calendar rolled over, nothing magical happened.
I didn't get the allure of staying up that late.
But there are many who enjoy celebrating with a few thousand friends.
I am just not one of them.
I'm not alone though.
My idea of a wild night usually means I am in my jammies by 8 p.m., sometimes earlier.
Several years ago, I asked a dear friend what her New Year's plans included and she said she planned to start getting ready early.
"A nice bubble bath, a warm granny gown, prime rib and a bottle of bourbon, all in the comfort of my home. That's my New Year's."
It sounded heavenly to me.
My plans for this Saturday aren't much different than they are any weekend.
More than likely, it will involve pj's and us having a big discussion as to what we were going to watch on television.
If anything, it will play out like the New Year's Eves of the previous years.
"Let's watch the countdown," I will suggest.
"Why? It's a bunch of bands we have never heard of," is Lamar's response.
"But it may be entertaining."
He will turn it because he knows, more than anything, within about 30 minutes, I will be bored and he can flip the channel.
Or he will do the thing he knows aggravates me the most -- he will push the "guide" button and watch the small view in the corner of the screen while he scrolls through the listings.
"Can we watch something else?" Cole will ask.
"No, I wanna see the ball drop!"
Lamar will give him a subtle glance, which indicates that I will be asleep before that happens and they can watch whatever they want.
"Look at how many people are in Times Square," I note from the couch, all swaddled with my blankets. "I would feel so claustrophobic with that many people."
"Could you imagine the line for the bathroom?" Cole pondered with a yawn.
I shuddered at the thought.
"Would you ever go to something like that?" Cole asked.
He should know better.
His painfully introverted mother would not go to something like that in a million years. It was noisy and there were too many people bunched up in the cold just to stay up late.
I'd rather be tucked away in my little cabin with my family and the dogs.
If you are out in the middle of all that hub-bub, you really have no choice but to stick it out until midnight. You're pretty committed to the task of ringing in the New Year if you go in the belly of a crowd like that, too.
"Can you imagine the traffic trying to get out of there?" Lamar questioned.
You know how you avoid that?
By staying home.
2017 will be here Sunday morning, whether we stay up to welcome it or not. Some folks will greet this New Year at 12 on the spot.
But I for one, plan on greeting the new year sometime shortly after 6 a.m. with my second cup of coffee in hand.
Sudie Crouch is an award winning humor columnist and author of the novel, "The Dahlman Files: A Tony Dahlman Paranormal Mystery."