Go to NYC for New year's

Next year for New Years, I am going to NYC to watch the ball drop. I will (hopefully) have a car so, who ever wants to go (& will help pitch in for gas) can go w/ me. But even if I don’t have a car, I will take the fuckin’ bus/train/plane…. I don’t give a fuck.. But I’m going..

SO WHO’S COMIN’ W/ ME?!

I was in Times Square for New Years 2002. It was one of the best experience of my life, and I would encourage everyone to do this once in their life.

soo much fun but very tiring. Waited in Times Square for 13 hours…starting at 11 am. We bought sandwiches and bagels with us to eat so we wouldn’t have to get up or buy food. Didn’t bring water so we wouldn’t have to pee. Sat on the sidewalk for a good two hours. It started raining, hailing, and snowing..what a mess, but we borrowed an umbrella from some guy. Around 3-4ish the cops started to make sections in the street with the barricades. They searched us, patted us down, and used their metal detetector wand thing. Ended up right by the MTV stage. The cops that were around us were pretty cool. They would take pictures for us and joke with us. People would be interviewed and cameras would come by and we would go crazy. By early eveing people started coming out. Saw most of the VJ’s (Damien, Vanessa, Susie, Lala) and Stephen from Laguna Beach! Then later in the night they started interviewing artists like Nelly, Fall Out Boy, and a group who i think was the All American Rejects. Pretty amazing…all of them just 8 feet away. Saw the back of Mariah Carey as she performed. Definitly try and get a spot near the front where the barricades are or else you might not get the free stuff that the Times Square Alliance hands out. The goody bags were pretty sweet. The one I got had a hat, gloves, pom poms, beads, metro card, noise makers, etc. Then later they handed out the red balloons with gold ribbon on the end. Lots of people behind me didn’t get bags so definitly try and get to the front. The only disadvantage to being in the front is that everyone is pushing towards you and you have to fight to keep your spot. The people around us kept on pushing us. After 7-8 hours of this by the end of the night I could barely walk. Hurried to Grand Central station to pee. Very exhausting but totally worth it. I wouldn’t go back next year…a break would be nice…but I would definitly do it again. Beats any other party.

Okay, so this is not exactly my thing, it’s more my husband’s thing. But I don’t mind trying anything once, and if it’ll make him happy…well, why not? I just need to get over myself—my big hang-up here is I HATE CROWDS. Not in a heavy breathing, panic attack, get-the-girl-a-shot-of-morphine way, just in a I-can-think-of-43-places-I’d-rather-be (with far less crushing human contact) way.