Yes, I was.
People told me I wouldn't be able to use the bathroom.
Bladder control.
People told me it's ridiculous.
I think I seriously strained my back for standing for 12 hours straight.
I'm still exhausted, but....
I sat on plastic bags on the streets of Times Square;
I signed my name onto a giant Happy New Year sign made by some kid I don't even know;
I cheered and waved at random cameras and tried to read Carson Daly's prompt thingy;
I screamed Tik Tok and Dynamite and I Want It That Way at the top of my lungs while waving a giant blue balloon (that I later threw into the crowd);
I danced (as I always do) in Times Square and didn't care who was watching;
I jumped up and down in a shower of confetti even though my toes were going numb;
I got together with 1 million others and did what few in this world are willing or crazy enough to do.
I watched the ball drop on New Year's Eve in Times Square, New York.
Pictures are here.
Greyson Chance's Performance:
The Last 30 Seconds:
Happy New Year World!
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