My friend and I decided to go to Times Square earlier so we will have a great spot, closer to the stage as much as possible. Thousands of people converge at 7th Avenue and Broadway, where Times Square is, for the anticipated annual festivity and being there before everybody else is there is the best thing to do. We heard that streets are barricaded as soon as they were filled and New Yorkers and tourists alike could no longer go out to eat, drink water or urinate. The solution? Bring your own food and water. In the event that nature calls and you want to relieve yourself, rumor has it that most people will wear adult diapers so they can "go" right there and then, or if you're feeling more deviant, take a leak through empty bottles. With the number of people who go there, they wouldn't even notice that you just tinkled your wonker. Or so I was told. Good thing I had good bladder control!
So we went to 7th Avenue at 2:00 pm but got a spot, about three streets away from where the stage was put up for artists like Pitbull, Justin Bieber, and Lady Gaga to perform. We could have gotten a little closer but how the NYPD managed the crowd was not systematical at best. We wound around 7th Avenue panting and sweaty from a long trek until we were ushered into 69th street. It was 3:00 pm and the long wait for midnight began.
I was a little disappointed as it was not the New York New Year I expected. My legs hurt so bad from hours of standing, my stomach growling from dinner deprivation (save for leftovers from our Burger King lunch), and thank God I never had to go to the bathroom! What was more disappointing was when the program started and select artists began performing onstage, we could barely here anything and to think we were just three streets away from the platform. The least they could have done was put up speakers so people at the back can enjoy it as much as the people up front.
Despite all these though, when the clock started counting backwards and the Times Square Ball Drop began to slowly descend, with everyone on their feet and shouting and screaming and waiting with bated breath for the clock to strike midnight, I was in the moment. And the fireworks were like splashes of paint in the black sky and the noise became music to my ears. In New York for New Year, where else should I be?