I’ve been at Surrender for three years, and before that I was in the Pussycat Dolls. I feel like I work every holiday—definitely every New Year’s Eve. And I’ve been doing it for years. But I love my job, so I make the best of it. We count down to zero, the confetti erupts, and then I go back to dancing for a couple hours. Luckily, I’m friends with the girls I work with, so technically I do get to spend the holiday with my friends. But not my boyfriend. Last year, he and I had to wait until 4 a.m. to celebrate. He’s got a serving job, so we both got off at the same time. We said, “Happy New Year,” we kissed, and then we went to sleep. Four hours after the fact. —Amanda Nowak, go-go dancer at Surrender

A couple years ago I was lead door host at Tao. It was New Year’s Eve, 11 p.m., and I kept getting calls and calls from an unknown number. I kept ignoring it, but then I got a sick feeling that it was something important. Is a loved one in an accident? A friend in danger? Who else would be repeatedly calling my phone an hour before midnight on New Year’s Eve? I was panicking, but I had thousands of guests vying for my attention, too. My cell vibrated again—another call from the unknown number—and I picked it up. The voice on the other end said: “Mike! I need a table tonight!” At 11 p.m. on New Year’s Eve. Unbelievable. I have no idea who this genius was, but when I hung up on him, he didn’t call back. —Michael Wade, VIP host at SHe Las Vegas