I do numbers two and four frequently, and in many ways enjoy them more that way. (I won’t turn down or mind the company if it’s available, though.) I used to do number one a lot, but I’m poor and have friends now. (Yes, being poor and having friends is better than being rich and not, but being poor still sucks.) I did number five alone last year. It sucked. Don’t do it. I did number eight, but in Australia, that’s not unusual; couples aren’t the focus of the night.
In Increasing Order Of Weirdness.
