For New Years in the BK, Grand Army Plaza is the place to be. They have fireworks at midnight, not to mention a soul/funk band playing, and drunk Park Slope moms as an added bonus. Last year after midnight a James Brown impersonator came on stage and told us about how his world would be nothing (nothing!) without a woman or a girl.
As my roommate and I live so close to Grand Army Plaza, we continued our tradition of throwing the ballerest New Years party there ever was. Starting at our apt and ending at our apt with a little trek (during the coldest night of the year- it was ohmygodfuckingsweetjesus cold) to da Plaza.
Evan took his shirt off right around countdown time, because he is a crazy man who hates being warm.