December 31, 2013

My Times Square Experience

This morning as I sat at the car dealer waiting for my brakes to get repaired, I couldn't ignore the television in the waiting room.  The news was blaring various updates of the people congregating in Times Square on this cold winter day.  The fools were all bundled up, securing the spots they will stand in for the next 12 or so hours.  How on earth are they able to go to the bathroom?  I really don't want to know.

That's the way Times Square is done these days.  You show up hours and hours before the ball drops and stand in sectioned off corral type of areas until midnight.  Due to heightened security everywhere, Times Square is equipped with security cameras and patrolled by tons of police.  Even garbage cans are moved away from the crowded areas.  Alcohol and backpacks are not allowed.  Yet people still flock there by the thousands to fulfill their dream of being there to see the ball drop and to cross one more thing off their bucket list.

I crossed this adventure off my bucket list many years ago...and it wasn't even on purpose....

The year was 1991.

A group of friends and I were invited to a New Year's Eve party in West New York, NJ.  If you are not familiar with the area, West New York is a city right across the Hudson River from New York City.  I got dressed up in a black dress like I usually did on New Year's Eve in those days.  I assumed we would spend the evening ringing in the New Year from the apartment with a view of the city.  Not the case.  Instead the plan was to go to the city.  In a whirlwind of a few minutes, all the party guests piled into a couple vans and through the Lincoln Tunnel we drove!  It all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to think.  A few of my best friends were with me and we just laughed and couldn't believe we were suddenly on this unexpected adventure.  As our van pulled to the curb for us to unload, I turned to my friend, Scott and said "Hold my hand this whole time.  I don't want to get separated!"  We climbed out of the van and into the chaos of New York on New Year's Eve.

I don't remember what time it was when we arrived.  I am thinking it was maybe 10:00 p.m. or so.  It took us a little while to walk right into the heart of Times Square from where the van dropped us.  Mind you, there was never any talk of where we would meet this van to get back home.  It was one of those "just go with it" type of nights.

We did really well staying together in the beginning.  Our group of friends stuck right next to each other and I held onto Scott's hand the entire time.  But as the crowd got thicker, we lost some people.  My girlfriends were nowhere to be seen.  In those days, I couldn't exactly call them on a cell phone!  There had been talk of meeting up at a certain bar later so I hoped everyone would remember and make it there!  The Times Square crowd was so tight that you really had to be holding on to someone or you would lose them.  It was one big party in the street and was both exciting and scary at the same time!  Oh and did I mention - freezing in my silly black dress and heels!  Luckily I had on a warm long coat!

Then out of nowhere, a man with long hair came barreling through the crowd and fell into us.  I think at first Scott and I both assumed it was some stumbling drunk guy so it was surprising to both of us that instead of letting go of our hands, we held on and pulled him up before he hit the ground.  In this very deep, sophisticated voice he looked at us and said, "Oh, pardon me!" and then he disappeared back into the mass of people.  We kind of stood there dumbfounded for half a second and Scott says to me, "That guy looked just like Jesus."  So it was then the joke of the night that we were "blessed" by Jesus.

We finally made our way to a somewhat less crowded spot with our now smaller group of about six people.  Someone was smart enough to remember the champagne so there we stood at the stroke of midnight, watching the ball drop while passing around a bottle of champagne.  I will always remember that was how I began the year 1992.

We were fortunate enough to meet up with the rest of our friends at a nearby bar later that evening.  We all filled each other in on the details of what happened after we were separated.  Then we just spent the evening enjoying each other's company and laughing about the night.

Needless to say, our party van was not coming back to get us.  Venturing back to New Jersey that night was a serious of subways and trains and somehow we made it back to my car so I could drive everyone home.  By that time, we were tired and cranky and couldn't appreciate the experience we had just lived though.


I have been back to New York on New Year's Eve once or twice since then for parties.  But that New Year's Eve was the only one I spent in Times Square...and the last one I spent with Scott.

My dear friend unexpectedly passed away in April of 1994.

New Year's has always been my reminder to embrace the moment and enjoy the people I am with.  You never know how long you will get to be with them.

I had no intention of writing today.  In fact, I am supposed to be getting ready to spend the evening with our kids and friends but somehow I got caught up in thinking about Times Square and I wanted to remember that night again.  Thanks for listening.

I hope you get to begin the New Year with loved ones.  
Happy New Year everyone!

Have you ever been to Times Square
 on New Year's Eve?

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4 comments:

  1. Wow! What an experience that you'll never forget. I always think who would be "crazy" enough to stand out there all bunched up like that for hours??? I would never. I would feel so claustrophobic. Times Square for NYE is not on my bucket list. Happy NYE! xo

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  2. So funny I didn't even venture to Times Square at New Years when I lived in Manhattan! You are a brave girl!! Have a great 2014,

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  3. I think sometimes, things are just meant to be. It sounds like your Time Square adventure was truly meant to happen. I'm so glad it is a treasured memory. Happy New Year!

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  4. I just love that quote, Shelley. It sums up your great post perfectly. I got chills when I read about your dear friend passing away shortly after your adventure. I can picture you holding onto to each others hands...

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