Many New Year's Eves I stay up and watch midnight hit in New York City. I've always wondered just how all those thousands of people, mostly young, could stand being out in the cold for hours before the ten second countdown to 12 O'clock. They're packed in like sardines with no place to go, many having arrived in the early morning in order to get a good spot. How do they go to the bathroom? There must be port a pottys but how do you manuever through the crowd to get to them and will you find your way back to your friends? And, when it's over how long does it take to get out of there and onto a train or into a car to go home?
Well, New Yorker Michele Catalano has given what I'd call a definitive rundown on New Year's in Times Square and she wants nothing to do with it while echoing some of the same things I've always thought.
"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?"