I live near Times Square where I can observe the revelry from a distance without getting peed on (according to a friend who had that happen to him, because apparently once you’re behind those barricades, there’s no getting out – even to use the bathroom- it’s not uncommon) or freezing my butt off in the cold weather. I love listening to the cheering from the street & watching the ball drop (on DVR the next day – I’m dead asleep when the actual event takes place). I celebrate the new year in my pajamas and Uggs slippers, as God intended. The one I pray to, at least.
Here’s a photo of the hubster, Sandy Kenyon, doing his TV reporter thing with Ryan Seacrest and Jenny McCarthy. He’ll be asleep next to me when the ball drops tonight, but he gets a lot closer to the action than I ever do.
