Seriously. There is nothing about that whole scenario that is in any way enticing to me. It is the complete opposite of everything on my “Things to do on New Year’s Eve” list as well as my “Things to do in general” list. Because who the hell puts something like “Stand outside in the freezing cold for twelve hours feeling like sausage being pushed into a casing the whole time, surrounded by thousands of people you don’t know, most of whom are drunk and dangerously close to puking on your shoes, groping your breasts, making uncomfortable conversation with you or elbowing you in the head all for a chance to count backwards from ten at midnight, after which you say ‘now what?’ and then get on the train home, having to stand all the way to Bellmore because the train is packed with thousands of other people who thought standing in Times Square for twelve hours to watch zombie Dick Clark count down to tomorrow was a good idea” on their list of things to do?
If people made Times Square on New Years Eve into a seven-block long mosh pit, I still wouldn’t go.