Dropping the Ball and the Ball Dropping. Is there even a difference?
I used to go all out for New Years. I wanted to spend every New Years in a new place—some far off and magical place. I started this in England. I spent New Years with a boyfriend, new friends, and strangers, watching Big Ben strike midnight. The next year, I filled up a car with old and new friends and drove to New York City. We managed to find a spot where we could see half the ball drop. When…
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