The ball dropping in Times Square.

I can think a fewer things LESS fun than going down to Times Square tonight. First of all, Times Square is awful to begin with. It is always crowded so that you can't take a single step that isn't contested. Jerks from out of town are constantly in the way and stopping to point at the M&M store. I swear. It is a store that sells M&M's. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Glad I spent tons of money to get here and see that. No store sells M&M's where I'm from. Shitville.
Tonight Times Square is going to be so packed you won't be able to move. The cops are going to keep you herded into blocked off areas where you will smooshed against a million other pricks and you won't be able to leave and get back in. Sooooo, no bathroom. Also, No Alcohol. That's right losers. You get to stand (not sit in comfort) squished against a flock of strangers, with nowhere to take a leak on New Year's Eve and you are banned from enjoying a New Year's toast like you are some kind of child. Awful.
Also, it's freezing. New York is gonna be 0 degrees this year. Celsius first then Fahrenheit. So you get the physical torture of unbearable cold to go along with your smooshed, no peeing, sober existance. And what is it you are waiting to see? Something interesting? Hell no. A ball of lights slowy desending a few yards. They only say they are gonna drop it to make it sound good. If they actually dropped a multi-ton ball of crystal and electronics onto a crowded city block it might be worth taking a look. But no, it is only a slow elevator down for a few seconds and then you have to go home to make your resolutions which generally include as number one:
Next Year? ANYTHING ELSE.