Some friends of mine that live in Long Island City had a 4th soirée last night, so I whipped up some Sex in a Pan and stopped by. Their building is a stone's throw from the East River where the barges for one iteration of the Macy's extravaganza were poised to light up the sky. I've seen countless fireworks shows over the years, but none can compare to the visceral experience of being that close. You could feel the big ones thumping in your chest.
Amidst all the sparkle and flash, my friend Carlos, who has lived in NY for ages, said, "Well, this sure beats the last time I stood on a roof watching something explode." HA!