One year I went to New York City for new year’s. We quickly figured out that trying to get into Times Square would be miserable, so we found a little bar with some live jazz. One of my favorite NYEs ever.
I’ve heard that once you’re in Times Square, there’s no way to get out until after midnight, and no bathrooms, so people wear adult diapers. Like what in the actual fuck? How is watching Ryan Seacrest or whoever the fuck blather into a camera while a ball slowly drops down a rod worth standing in dirty diapers for six hours?
One year I went to New York City for new year’s. We quickly figured out that trying to get into Times Square would be miserable, so we found a little bar with some live jazz. One of my favorite NYEs ever.
I’ve heard that once you’re in Times Square, there’s no way to get out until after midnight, and no bathrooms, so people wear adult diapers. Like what in the actual fuck? How is watching Ryan Seacrest or whoever the fuck blather into a camera while a ball slowly drops down a rod worth standing in dirty diapers for six hours?