Anticipating a happy year
My friends and I went back into the city from Brooklyn at about 8 p.m., and by then, the best spot we could get was in Central Park. We could still see the glowing ball, but after waiting in the dark, in the cold, for four hours, seeing it fall slowly was highly anticlimactic.
The fireworks, however, were spectacular. I was on the phone with my best friend, and as soon as the clock struck midnight, fireworks lit up Central Park. I stood, awed. “Kyle,” I said, “I wish you were here to see this with me.”