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GPOYW: First moments of the new year edition
Flanked by NW coworkers, in the middle of Times Square, confetti raining down and Frank Sinatra blasting from the loudspeakers.  It was definitely a moment.
If you’d told me I’d ring in the new year from Times Square, I’d never have believed it.  As a New Yorker, we just don’t do that.
The first and last time I seriously considered it was when I was 16 years old.  My high-school boyfriend and I schlepped into the city from NJ, where we stood outside in the freezing cold for 3 hours before I started hysterically crying and demanded he take me home (seriously, this is nothing compared to the tantrums he used to put up with. Good guy, that Mark).  We made it back to my parent’s house right as the countdown began.
But if I could arrange to only be outside for the 20 minutes leading to the countdown…well, I’d consider making it a yearly thing.

GPOYW: First moments of the new year edition

Flanked by NW coworkers, in the middle of Times Square, confetti raining down and Frank Sinatra blasting from the loudspeakers.  It was definitely a moment.

If you’d told me I’d ring in the new year from Times Square, I’d never have believed it.  As a New Yorker, we just don’t do that.

The first and last time I seriously considered it was when I was 16 years old.  My high-school boyfriend and I schlepped into the city from NJ, where we stood outside in the freezing cold for 3 hours before I started hysterically crying and demanded he take me home (seriously, this is nothing compared to the tantrums he used to put up with. Good guy, that Mark).  We made it back to my parent’s house right as the countdown began.

But if I could arrange to only be outside for the 20 minutes leading to the countdown…well, I’d consider making it a yearly thing.