No place in America celebrates the
countdown to a New Year bigger or better than what transpires in Times Square. But with everything involved, don't be surprised if there's not all that much
"Happy..." to go with it. For the person that's watched this annual blow-out on television, and toyed with ideas of joining the revelries, what's shown compared to what actually is are two very different things.
The lighted ball which slides down the pole is located atop the back of One Times Square Plaza, which faces 42nd Street between Broadway and 7th Avenue. NYPD sets check-point barricades along 6th & 8th Aves, between 42nd/52nd streets, and begins monitoring foot-traffic early in the day.
Around 5:00pm, the police begin moving barricades closer towards the Square. What most don't realize is that if you're not inside those perimeters by 7:00pm, you don't get in!

That's a minimum 5-hour wait, regardless of potentially wet and/or frigid weather conditions. Businesses along the square are not only closed, windows are often boarded-up like a hurricane was preparing to blow through. Based on the unruly crowds, it's nothing short of organized bedlam and civil unrest squished amid the masses.
Vendors heavily work the crowds selling party favors and noise makers, but don't expect to purchase foods or drinks. This is BYOB for mass consumption, with no restrooms available, either. By 9:00pm, announcers and entertainment begin working the throngs into a frenzy leading upwards to the final 10-seconds of the year.
At the strike of midnight, there's nothing like the inundation of confetti which douses the chaos. If events of the night haven't already blemished clothing beyond future wear, wet confetti can bleed dyes causing permanent stains.
Living a half-block off Times Square, there was never need to endure the snarl. With friends of choice, it was possible to warmly wait inside, and then go to our roof for welcoming in the New Year. Our tradition was to go out and walk around after the fact, with more than enough proof that
'maybe next year...', for joining the celebration never happened; even for a wild and crazy guy like myself. This was just too much!

Events such as this attract amateurs, and bring-out the disorderly worst in people. It was hard not stumbling around on empty containers buried beneath confetti. The streets reeked of urine after that elongated wait. People were frazzled to tears and bickering. And all those police barricades now served as pre-hangover rails for mass-puking.
Happy New Year? If that's your definition, it won't get any better!
-- Depending upon weather and scheduling, there is often a massive fireworks show launched from Central Park after midnight.
-- This is one of those nights where city streets and public transportation stay active until the wee-hours. Police are tolerant, semi-coherent people are jovial, and petty crime usually isn't a problem even under the worst conditions.