Happy New Yeats (I mean Burns)

And so, rather than explore the local bars on this last night of 2005, we opted to stay home drink beer and play with the cats. And rather than marking the new year by watching the clock on the oven, we opted to watch the ball drop in Times Square on tv. Of course, living in the central time zone, everone in New York had already gone to bed when we see the ball drop but we watch, secure in the knowledge that if something had gone horribly wrong, like the ball got stuck or Dick Clark was mauled by a loose polar bear, they would have already mentioned it.

After the ball drops for the second time as it makes its way across the country, no part of Fox's New Year's Eve Live is true. It's New Year's Day on a tape delay. But what killed me is this: as far as I could tell in my hops induced haze the powers that be in Times Square played New York, New York rather than the traditional Auld Lang Syne. Doubleyou tee eff? Is New York, New York that much easier to sing? Is it more upbeat? Come on, these people are already in New York, you don't need to keep selling them on it. Or perhaps I missed it, everyone sang Auld Lang Syne and went into Sinatra right after. In any case:

...we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne