We hope you enjoyed the sight of the fabulous ball dropping from the sky amid billions of pieces of confetti, because, as Durf explained, we missed the whole show. Turns out NYC sells access passes anyway, so I'm not sure the result would have been different if we'd pulled a "Thanksgiving" (arriving six hours before the event).
Here's how close we got (see colorful towers in the distance):
Occasionally my telephoto made me feel as though I really was seeing something:
Through it all, Durf had his game face on. (No, I have no idea who she is.)
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Just looked at the picture of Durf with the pale blonde again. Her legs are bare and the policeman next to her is eyeing her with barely concealed disgust. She must be another intergalactic alien from the Hoth system, newly arrived since her skin is so pale. The policeman knows this, but intergalactic deportation is out of his jurisdiction, so there's nothing he can do. Sad. Shouldn't he at least call MiB?
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