At midnight, the ball went down. At least, I haven’t heard otherwise. We had a few technical difficulties actually finding the channel that featured the ball going down.
Instead, we chose to follow the satellite time on my uncle’s phone. This is how it went:
“Well, um… my phone says it’s midnight,” I shrugged.
“So does mine,” piped another, “kay! Happy Ne–!”
“Na-na-na,” my uncle squinted intensely at his phone screen, “not yet.”
We waited. We coughed. For fun, we began, “Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! TWO! ONE!!”
“…not yet,” said my uncle. Finally, he smiled and leaned back in his seat, “there.”
So we yelled ‘happy new year!’ and everyone hugged.
Soon came the question of new year resolutions.