Alright, guys, wish me luck. I'mma go stand underneath that giant ball tonight and see just how likely I am to get impaled. Or slammed into a wall. Or eaten by the hands of hungry fan-girls.
I want you to turn to whatever channel has the Ball Drop for you and I want you to watch that damn thing count down. Because New Years in New York is the worst KIND of New Years. Because if you go to watch the event, you get murdered. Several times.