I always go to celebrate with friends that live about 90 minutes away. They insist that I stay overnight so we can nibble our way through the evening, and play games until the cows come home or the sun rises. (We have never lasted until the sunrises. We are all just too old for that kind of stuff, but we can dream.) After a slow breakfast and lots of chatter, I wander back home and enjoy what ever is waiting for me to do: football, movies, stitching, thinking about putting away some of the holiday decor and on and on.
Have a good time celebrating in your own special way everyone!