Ever watch one of those television programs on New Year's Eve showing revelers all over the world and wonder what it would be like to bring in the new year at New York's Times Square, on the Las Vegas Strip, at Bourbon Street in New Orleans or in Rio?
In theory, such an experience might be fun. In practice? I'm not so sure.
A few years ago, my wife and I decided to experience New Year's Eve Vegas style and it ended up being a pretty miserable experience. Finding a parking spot anywhere near the Strip was difficult and expensive. We paid $25 to park in a mall parking ramp.
Las Vegas Blvd. Was closed to traffic and a fence put up in the middle to allow for emergency vehicles. Police on horses patrolled the street where people, many drinking heavily – on street bars were common – roamed up and down shouting.
That was the only night I've ever seen casinos actually lock their doors. If a few people left, security people would let others in. I'm guessing that fire codes limit the number of people inside. But taking a rest room break was especially difficult, usually resulting in a 15 to 20 minute wait in line.
Finding a place to eat was also hard. We opted to go to a snack bar and purchase a couple of the last available sandwiches which tasted like they had been there for days. And they weren't cheap. The highlight was that my wife got to have her picture taken with “Elvis.”
By the time the countdown to midnight came and fireworks exploded all over town – and they weren't as good as on television by the way – the Strip was jammed with a crowd of humanity to the point where getting trampled seemed like a real possibility. It didn't help when a police officer rode his horse into the throng. There simply wasn't any place to move for awhile and it became claustrophobic and frightening.
It might have been more fun if you could afford to rent a room at one of the fancy hotels and were able to watch the festivities from your window.
Thus, I'll opt to spend New Year's this year watching Utah play Gonzaga in basketball early in the night and then heading home to watch the madness in Vegas and New York City in the comfort of my own home.
I'd be interested in hearing from Ute fans going to the Sugar Bowl as to what Bourbon Street and New Orleans were like this year. Drop me a line at wharton@sltrib.com.
– Tom Wharton Ever watch one of those television programs on New Year's Eve showing revelers all over the world and wonder what it would be like to bring in the new year at New York's Times Square, on the Las Vegas Strip, at Bourbon Street in New Orleans or in Rio?
In theory, such an experience might be fun. In practice? I'm not so sure.
A few years ago, my wife and I decided to experience New Year's Eve Vegas style and it ended up being a pretty miserable experience. Finding a parking spot anywhere near the Strip was difficult and expensive. We paid $25 to park in a mall parking ramp.
Las Vegas Blvd. Was closed to traffic and a fence put up in the middle to allow for emergency vehicles. Police on horses patrolled the street where people, many drinking heavily – on street bars were common – roamed up and down shouting.
That was the only night I've ever seen casinos actually lock their doors. If a few people left, security people would let others in. I'm guessing that fire codes limit the number of people inside. But taking a rest room break was especially difficult, usually resulting in a 15 to 20 minute wait in line.
Finding a place to eat was also hard. We opted to go to a snack bar and purchase a couple of the last available sandwiches which tasted like they had been there for days. And they weren't cheap. The highlight was that my wife got to have her picture taken with “Elvis.”
By the time the countdown to midnight came and fireworks exploded all over town – and they weren't as good as on television by the way – the Strip was jammed with a crowd of humanity to the point where getting trampled seemed like a real possibility. It didn't help when a police officer rode his horse into the throng. There simply wasn't any place to move for awhile and it became claustrophobic and frightening.
It might have been more fun if you could afford to rent a room at one of the fancy hotels and were able to watch the festivities from your window.
Thus, I'll opt to spend New Year's this year watching Utah play Gonzaga in basketball early in the night and then heading home to watch the madness in Vegas and New York City in the comfort of my own home.
I'd be interested in hearing from Ute fans going to the Sugar Bowl as to what Bourbon Street and New Orleans were like this year. Drop me a line at wharton@sltrib.com.
– Tom Wharton