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Happy New Year!

I think if you were invited to a party above the puking mashes below it would be pretty cool. You could take it all in, not freeze your ash off, or have someone pee on your leg.
 
From what I've heard, NYE at Times Square is best when it's actually cold enough to have a light, dry snow. When it's dank and damp like tonight, it has a mildewy smell, which sucks. But still a lot better than slushy rain.
 
Back before the earth cooled, one of the perks of working at the Times (on 43rd) was watching the ball drop from the terrace.

Made kümmelweck last night.
 
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It looks like pure hell.

Everyone I have ever spoken to that has been there says it is pure hell.

And yet, every year it is a mashive crowd. I don't get it.

I went once in my 20s. Let's just say it hasn't happened since.

The biggest problem now is getting the kids to go to bed and not staying up until Midnight.
 
I think if you were invited to a party above the puking mashes below it would be pretty cool. You could take it all in, not freeze your ash off, or have someone pee on your leg.
My son's first job out of college was at a big PR firm that had its offices above Times Square. They did indeed have a big New Year's Eve party but the catch was that once you entered it, you couldn't leave until like 3 a.m. when the coast outside cleared. My son didn't go, on the grounds this would cramp his style.
 
Taco dip & chips with homemade wings on the cast iron and roasted.

In bed after midnight only because one of our dogs went missing because he snuck into our bedroom and got under the covers without my wife's knowledge at 11 and when I went to bed around 11:45, I couldn't find him, which led to me walking outside at midnight calling his name, my son yelling for him and he finally wiggled out from under the blankets and scratched on the bedroom door to be let out.

darn dog. Happy New Year!
 

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