M. P. Soupful: New Years

Good Morning/Afternoon/Night, all my wonderful viewers!

Before I get to the real post, I just wanted to point out a mistake on our blog that some of you might have noticed. (If you haven't noticed, then you aren't wonderful anymore. JK.)

On the pages for Ask Adollar and Guest Posts it says they will be posted on Fridays, whereas in our previous post, we told you all it was on Thursdays. Well, your correct day is Thursday, and I'll fix the mistake right after I post this. (So basically, unless you're a really alert/stalker-ish follower, you aren't going to see the mistake. Ha-ha.)

Moving on.

Happy late New Year!

I hope you all had a great time visiting your grandma and whatnot.

I didn't visit my grandma.

Instead, my family ate TONS of fish all cooked Chinese style, and covered in...stuff.

Sort of like this:



See the fish? It's somewhere down there.....

And now I have this inner hatred for Chinese cooked fish. I loved New Years.

But do you know who I bet loved New Years day? All those people who went to New York City to see the huge ball drop! Sarcasm. Sarcasm

I went, like, 3 years ago or something, and it was traumatic. Simply horrible.

I don't know what it was like for any of you, but here's how it went for me.

So, my family and I got to New York City at around 9 or so at night. Obviously, there were a load of people in Times Square already, but we just didn't want to wait there for 3 hours, so we just sort of milled around looking at window decorations and such.

My favorite is the one right outside of some jewelry store, where they have all those moving characters. It's like a movie! We almost went into the American Girl store (the little sister's idea...thank god it was already closed), and finally at 11, we headed to Time's Square.

It was PACKED. We didn't even make it to the stupid Times Square. We had to climb up a bunch of step things to see.

Then there's was the boredom. What did you expect? An hour just waiting. At least we had benches to sit on.

We spent some time watching a movie on my dad's iPod for about half an hour, until it died, then the rest of the time we just stared at all the other people, and tried to guess what their job was.

Slowly, more and more people began to fill come, until I was surrounded!

That might not seem so bad to all of you, but there were a pack of people behind me who were talking about what size adult diapers they were wearing at the moment. That of course reminded me that I had to go the bathroom, but all the stores were closed. Ergo, me cursing that bottle of water I chugged down.

So yeah, I saw the ball, but honestly, I thought the countdown clock was more impressive than it. It was so much smaller than I imagines it to be

Obviouusly at 11:59, the chanting started, and I wish I had brought earplugs. Not like that would've helped that much either. The ground was shaking, and everyone was with there blue balloon stick things.

The ball started flashing colors, and after 60 loooong seconds, it stopped, disapeared, and everyone exploded.

Screaming, confetti, people started kissing each other (by the looks on their faces, I wasn't even sure if they knew each other). A suprising amount of people started trying to imitate thiis famous couple:

 But looked like this instead:

People crying and hugging and yelling, and there I was, little me, covering my eyes while simultaneously yelling my lungs out. It was pathetic.

And there you have it. My New Years story. I'm sure you all had a much better time than I did!

Happy Resolution-Keeping!

Love,
M. P. Soupful