Happy 2008!
I just had my first New Year’s Eve in NYC. It wasn’t too noteworthy, and that’s okay. That’s what 2008 is for. Here’s what I did:
-I saw Anthony Rapp of Rent fame ducking into a New Year’s Eve party on my old block last night and promptly went to my own apartment to drink wine and rock out to “Happy New Year” and “Happy New Year B” from my favorite rock-opera.
-Cade and I caught fireworks at Central Park and walked with the herd to the wreckage of Times Square. I was on the hunt for the weirdest piece of debris I could spot. Cade found some over-the-counter medication; I found the packaging for a South Beach diet microwave dinner. I’m sure the latter was chased down with a forty, because it all balances out. Broadway was completely blocked off and being hosed down and bulldozed by the clean team for the everyday traffic coming in three hours. One of my New Year’s resolutions: Be this efficient in accomplishing something, anything.
-Hours before the reveling began, my building super and I may have passed the olive branch. He was nice when he came to change my lightbulb, and then saw that I’m not lying about electrical problems. One bulb flickered, exploded, and rained glass slivers in my direction when he tested it. My super seemed genuinely concerned and promised to replace the fixture and switches this week. Finally. 2008 may be an illuminating year.
