If you were to aske me if I wanted to go stand in the middle of a street with a million other people (yes its actually close to a million people I looked it up on Wikipedia,) wear weird glasses, and get frost biten toes, I would have to politely decline.
It is a rather odd tradition, our normal New Year's Eve. I am sure it is quite an experience to be in Times Square while people hoot and holler in you ears. For me I would much rather be at home where I can get a better view of the ball and have the ability to turn down the volume of the jubilant celebrators. If I am at home I could also watch the drop live at 11 and then not bother staying up to watch it again at 12.
Some people love the ball drop, but I personally don't consider it that special. Sure, it is a big and colorful ball, but it doesn't really "drop." It just slides very slowly down a pole and makes some numbers light up. It happens every year, and the only change makes you write the date incorrectly for a week. I remember when I was little and first learned of the ball drop, I initially thought of a disco ball. This was followed in short succession by an image of someone cutting the string and a falling disco ball, a real "ball drop." That made me wonder if the ball would break, and then what a broken or shattered disco ball would look like. In my mind it is much like a pile of silver glitter.
Despite my personal views, Times Square is full every single year. It is obvious that others think differently of this celebration. There is value in the experience, and that's what draws the big crowds. Maybe someday I will also value this opportunity and wish to see it live, but that is not now. Now it is just good for a few days off.
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