This isn’t to say, I haven’t participated in my fair share of New Year’s Eve parties. Quite the contrary. I’ve kissed at the stroke of midnight, danced until the early morning hours and consumed a wee bit of alcohol from Waitsfield, VT to Tahoe City, CA. In the words of Johnny Cash, “I’ve breathed the mountain air, man. Of travel, I’ve had my share, man. I’ve been everywhere.” In short: Been there, done that.
Living in the NYC suburbs these days, affords me the opportunity to sit on the couch and live vicariously through the great TV coverage of festivities from around the world. It’s great to see young America in Times Square braving the elements while wearing Depends or some other sanitary product to allow for 10+ hours of standing inside the security zone (YOLO… I guess?).
