Minneapolis had horrible storms, and I was certain my flight would be canceled but it wasn't. In fact, it was the best flight ever! I was half an hour early and had a whole row of seats to myself. For the first time, I felt grateful to be on a flight to Minneapolis in the middle of a record breaking storm. Usually I get very whiny on flights to the Midwest and say something along the lines of, "Minneapolis should be free, for $400 I should be on my way somewhere a lot more warm/exotic/new/exciting."
For New Year's Eve, Nick and I trekked down to Times Square around 3PM to get a spot. We both agreed that we would watch the famous ball drop once, and that we should do it our first year living in New York while we still have a bit of patience. We didn't expect it to be very fun, and the evening didn't disappoint! For those of you who are unfamiliar with the practicality of the "biggest party," it involves arriving between 3-4PM to get a view of the ball, and standing in your spot until midnight. Cold! Gated in by the police! No bathroom! Lamest party ever!
(The Tobisha tower right in the middle of the picture is where the ball drops.)
So we stood in one spot for approximately 8 hours, in dire need of a stiff drink. Did I mention it started raining after the first couple of hours?!
We were right near the stage, but the front is blocked off for all of the camera equipment so the best view is at home on tv. We got a side view of Jennifer Lopez, and Nick Lachey and Vanessa Whateverhernameis. The last hour was fun- right before the ball dropped, everyone sang "Imagine" by John Lennon and I called my brother so he could hear all of the drama unfold. Then the ball dropped, the confetti blew out of windows and everyone sang "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra. (Made me miss one of our last nights in Maastricht when we stumbled around the Markt after bar close singing that song.)
The mess people left within 10 minutes of midnight. (Not us!)
Leaving the area was insane- everyone was pushing, and it almost felt like crowd surfing. There were some firemen taking pictures with tourists, so why the hell not! This couple got to him at the same time, so I just told them to stay in the picture with me.
And that was it!