Colin (my brother) and our friends Liza, Laurel and Matt and I drove down from Vermont the night before new years eve. Our voyage was fairly typical: music, Doritos, back seat dance parties and hilarious comments made by Matt.
As we were about an hour outside of the Bronx I told Matt, who is one of the funniest borderline inappropriate guys I know, that although I love the Bronx and I feel very safe there, I try to attract the least amount of attention to myself…I.E. watch what you say and do, we already stick out because we are a large group of white kids.
No sooner did he agree when our car literally stopped working..
- no lights
- no power
- no steering
We coasted onto the “side” of the road and by side I mean half way still in a lane and naturally I began freaking out. Keep in mind it was about 9pm and pitch dark outside, cars could not see us until they literally were ON TOP of our car…
“AHHHHH THE TRUCKS ARE GOING TO HIT US!” “OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON” “WHAT THE @#%@(*#& DO WE DO?!?”
Obviously at this point in time Liza and Laurel are fearing for their lives as 18 wheeler trucks are rapidly approaching us and Colin and Matt are laughing and taking pictures instead of finding flairs…. I finally get a hold of the ever popular New York City 911 who after trying to convince me that police did not in fact need to come help us finally gave up and reassured me police assistance is on their way. (For the record they conveniently never showed up)
We finally got a hold of some random AAA man, Peter, who after a lot of typical eyelash batting, pleading and pouting agreed to give us a ride back to my apartment (25 minutes away) before towing the car to a local shop. His only stipulation: “da ladies ride up front in da cab wit him…wink wink”. Predictable man...
Liza, Laurel and I sitting in Perv Pete's cab waiting for his fateful return ahhh
After agreeing to his conditions I realized Colin and Matt didn’t have seats and there was no way the two of them were going to squeeze into the already awkwardly tight cab. AAA man, or Perv Pete as I fondly refer to him told them to hop in our car and the next thing I knew I looked behind me and they were getting pulled up onto the bed of the tow truck and off we went.
Colin and Matt getting towed up the back of the tow truck, one of the most annoying, yet outrageously hilarious events ever
I don’t think I took an actual breath the entire ride home, I was between praying that the car would not fall off the Tappan Zee bridge and kill the boys, yelling at Pervy Pete to slow down, and reassuring my mother that things were totally fine.
As we pulled onto Andrews Ave with our lights flashing, the boys bouncing around in the car taking pictures, every single one of my neighbors seemed to be outside watching us. The brilliant Matt leaned over and direct quote “Hey Meghan, we don’t wanna call attention to ourselves right?” I died, I literally was mortified.
Long story short, Pete found us a station opened late, they changed our battery and life was good.
The next morning we ventured down to Times Square
Colin, Matt, Laurel, Liza and I infront of where the ball drops 
As you can see... we were there 8 hours and 42 minutes before the ball officially dropped.
This is the exact time we got to Times Square, only 8hours and 42 seconds of waiting!Although it was the coldest, most bone chilling, and longest 9 hours of my life I have never had so much fun. We were lucky enough to get into this gated off area right in front of ABC studios so we had a prime viewing area.
The 2009 New Years Ball 
We packed “dinner” PB & J sammies (pictured below), crackers, granola bars etc. to snack on and just laughed and danced the night away. 
Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve hosted by stupid Ryan Seacrest who I can’t stand played some decent music.
We began talking to everyone around us and met a group of wonderful 20 somethings from PA. One of them, who was the sweetest guy I have ever met was talking about how he had a list of 35 things to do before turning 35 and New Years Eve in NYC was one of them, inspirational.
Somehow and I really honest to God have no idea how, we made it to the front of the crowd holding on to the barricade they had set in place. Now, I’ll try to be modest but I swear weird/interesting things always seem to seek me out… I was standing singing and dancing with the rest of the crowd when some camera guy came up and asked me if I wanted to be interviewed. OBVIOUSLY I said yes – he said we had to come up with an answer to the question: “what is a new years resolution you made knowing you are going to BREAK IT” some suggested I say biting my nails and someone suggested I say passing gas in public and then look at the large crowd – I vetoed both ideas!
Eventually Kelly Pickler some platinum blonde American Idol came over asked me the question and out of my mouth came the random answer “I’ll stop poking people on facebook” – which we all know I will never do. After my 5 seconds of fame and her awkwardly poking me with her finger shouting poke poke poke I went back to dancing. I checked my phone and I literally received 92 text messages saying people had seen me. Among them were two from my mom “ MEG I SAW YOU!!!” and then followed by that “PUT YOUR GLOVES ON!” woman never stops being my mom no matter how old I am J
59, 58, 57... And then 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…
HAPPPPPPPPPY NEEEEEEWWWWW YEAAAAAAAR 2009, immense amounts of confetti, balloons, champagne and legit kisses from EVERYONE AROUND US!
The aftermath...
New Years Eve in NYC is something I have always wanted to do and I was lucky enough to participate with my friends and my brother, have an apartment to stay in and a glorious camera to capture it all!
On a scale of 1-10 this night was like a 50!
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