Plans to not do anything were slayed by Cristina's idea to break into a skyscraper. So New Year's Eve ended up being from a balcony south of Times Square.
The crowd looked, in Lisa's words, like something out of Lord of the Rings, or in my words, like cous cous. And we didn't really break in.
Tom, January 1, 2006, 5:36 PM (link here)
