nye nyc

While out jogging I noticed a sign on the free way telling all that 37th to 57th Street would be closed from 5pm-3am for New Year revellery madness. After much group discussion we decided to have New Year’s brunch, rather than dinner and to stay close to home (well in it) for our New Year celebrations. After dining on a feast at the brilliant Knickerbocker we separated to fulfil our NYE party duties. The Elf and I hopped it to the Halloween costume store where the Elf, after about 40 minutes, decided on cheeky devil horns and a tail for herself and finally submitted to the rest of us being allowed party hats at the very least. We wandered hand-in-hand (awww I want one) around a madly busy and party popping neon glowing Union Square for streamers and party accessories and finally found a shop that sold balloons. None stocked Christmas crackers, and I don’t recommend that you ask for them in NY, unless you want storeowners to think that you are, crackers I mean. Party poppers and blowy things were purchased at discount on the Square. The German adults stocked up on booze, TH and the Shark on grub and by the time the Elf and I arrived in a cab to worried parents, it was just about time for the revellery to begin with festive balloon blowing and costume putting on. Frank cooked too much food, we all over ate, we watched Fawlty Towers and only playing keep the balloon up gave us a second wind.

It was all rather odd as we celebrated not 1, not 2 but 3 midnights, the German’s, naturally coming first. The UK’s saw a blast of text messages bleeping from all corners of the flat and I rang Mummy. By the time midnight actually came in NYC we were all quite blase but corks popped, resolutions were made, we hugged and kissed. My Angel cards were CREATIVITY and EDUCATION. Yum and at 12.01am the Shark opened an email from Jimbob containing…….



There are some traditions that must be kept, although sadly, there was no shark conga.