I remember the one time I made it to Times Square for the ball drop. Sardines in a can have more room than we did standing there. The excitement in the air was incredible. It was a pain in the butt taking the train there and back to where I lived in Long Island... Which is why I never did it again. Got Tigger purring in my lap, some hot tea to soothe my throat and got some Gene Kelly movies playing (that the sweet boyfriend got me for my birthday). I'm pretty happy.
