ONDBEAT: Keeping latest non-New York, New Year’s resolution

One of the things I resolve never to do in the New Year and beyond is attend the dropping of the ball in Times Square, New York, on New Year’s Eve.

I’m happy for all those million or so millennial whippersnappers with their matching bladders who can somehow find fun being herded like city cattle into pens to stand, “party” and wait for hours on cold, wintry concrete until the crystal ball finally, thankfully, falls at midnight.

From what I’ve gathered, participants are not allowed to bring bags or backpacks, leave the premises or sit down. If they do, their urban herders, aka the New York Police Department, will prod them to stand back up.

They’re also forced to limit their liquids intake because they can’t leave and, even if they could, there are no restrooms at Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve.

I can think of no more miserable way to celebrate the incoming New Year. As much as I love New York, or used to, I will definitely never consider going anywhere near there Dec. 31 or Jan. 1 in any years.

The only exception might be if I somehow luck into reservations at a fine Manhattan hotel with a prime high-rise view overlooking the big party, akin to the recent lucky Carolina Panthers fan who won a luxury suite for 12 in Bank of America Stadium in Charlotte for the 2019 season in a North Carolina Education Lottery second-chance drawing.

But doesn’t television from the comfort of our homes elsewhere in the United States offer an even better view?

Anyway, I didn’t really tune in to the “big enchilada” New Year’s festivities this year. I tried, but in keeping with my own annual tradition I fell asleep before the ball fell. I understand one of the networks failed to show the actual drop, so I didn’t miss much.

Before dropping off in Little River, S.C., to the sound of my neighbors’ fireworks, I attended the Calabash New Year’s Eve bonfire in the Hurricane Fishing Fleet parking lot overlooking the Calabash River to take photos for the Beacon. I left before the lighted anchor drop at midnight.

At this annual event, people are free to move around. They can bring their own chairs, stand up, sit down, dance, eat, drink and socialize as much or as little as they wish. They can leave and return later if they want.

This is what having a Happy New Year is all about.

Laura Lewis is a staff writer for the Beacon. Reach her at 754-6890 or llewis@brunswickbeacon.com.