Although we opted out of staying up late and fighting the Times Square crowd to view the festivities in person, we were somewhat involved in the fireworks to the extent that it sounded as though they were exploding right outside our bedroom window.
Interestingly enough, the hotel had pulled the wooden exterior shutters closed (mostly).
The next day was about as low-key as January 1 in the US. Lots of confetti and debris all over the streets nearby, but otherwise it was dead. Nada. Nothing happening.
This was fine, because we each spent the day doing work stuff from the real world (as well as some napping and recovering).
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