This is 99% invisible.
I'm Roman Mars.
New Year's Eve is just around the corner, and whether you love it or hate it, you are probably putting more thought into what you'll be doing that night than any other night of the year.
I'm not much of a New Year's Eve person myself.
That's reporter Katie Thornton.
Listen, I like parties, I like dancing.
But there's just too much pressure on New Year's Eve.
You want me to set the tone for my whole year in one night of obligatory fun?
And yet, despite my crankiness, I do.
Have one New Year's guilty pleasure.
Something about it that I do love.
And it is the most New Year's Y of all New Year's rituals.
The massive confetti filled extravaganza that is.
New Year's Eve in Times Square.
Every year I see footage of the celebration and almost despite myself, I end up tearing up.
There's all these people piled together, smiling, waving, full of hope for the future.
And inexplicably stoked about a glorified disco.
Ball getting slowly impaled on the spit of one Times Square.
And then everybody makes out and Ryan Seacrest is there.
Bonus.