Under The Bridge at Midnight

If you're going to spend New Year's Eve under a bridge, then the Brooklyn Bridge is a good choice. We (me, Susanne, Honza, Joel and Verina) didn't plan for it to be that way, but our just-off timing meant turned the original plan to be on the bridge at midnight into the situation of us under it as all the fabulous fireworks went off ... somewhere else where we couldn't see them.

We cracked our bottle of champagne open anyway, eying the police cruising around (drinking in public is the quickest way to make you feel like a criminal in the US) and then walked up the bridge against the streams of people coming down.


With an additional bottle of wine and strong-and-foul brand Czech spirit to keep us criminal - and warm - we made it over the bridge to Brooklyn. There we were able to persuade a cab driver to take all five of us in his cab, which turned out to be a DJ Cab where you could pick your songs off a menu, so we drove into Williamsburg for the party-until-late part of the evening to the fabulous sounds of Nina Simone.