It was just two weeks shy of New Year’s Eve, and I still had no plans on the horizon. I mean I did…before my friends backed out last minute of the original game plan to spend it together due to the fact that none of us could decide on one thing. But I still had high hopes. Well, actually, I had a high-priced plane ticket up to NYC for the big day and because of that I was determined to make sure my New Year’s Eve would be nothing short of epic.
Luckily for me, just a few days before the fated night, my friend hit me up on Facebook Messenger asking if I might be interested in attending the Jukely Presents: NYE party at the Brooklyn Hangar. I had seen fliers for the event posted all over my newsfeed over the past few months, but paid them no mind since I: 1) Never in a million years thought all of my friends would agree to go to Brooklyn, and 2) Ignored most posters for NYC parties since my move down to Florida gave me a major case of the FOMO.
But after realizing that the only person I needed to consult in order to answer my friend’s question was me, I answered with a resounding: “Oh hell fucking yeah.”
After that easy decision was made, I was more than just pretty excited about New Year’s Eve 2016; partly because it was the first NYE I wouldn’t have to work in roughly four years, and partly because I knew I’d be attending the city’s biggest party (something I would have never been able to experience before on the holiday).
And so, being such a night of firsts, it is safe to say I learned some very important things about attending the hottest dance party in NYC and virtually any other major city for that matter.
1. Pregame, pregame, PREGAME:
I made the mistake of skipping the pregame and heading straight to the party, entirely sober. My friend and I had VIP tickets which included an open bar for 9 p.m. to 1 a.m., so I thought, “No big. I’ll just drink there!”
Wrong. The wait at the bar was longer than the wait at the DMV because everyone and their mom (okay, maybe not their mom) was at this party. And I’m sure it might have been a little less frustrating standing in line if I had been an bit tipsy and of merry spirits.
2. Bring a roll of toilet paper.
Here’s something that won’t come to a surprise to anyone who has ever been to any rave at a Brooklyn warehouse: The only potties on the premises were porta potties.
The Jukely party event organizers did a really impressive job at making sure said porta potties were stocked with t.p at most times here. Just in case, though, always try to pack your own.
3. Decide on a meeting point OUTSIDE of the crowded warehouse.
Rookie mistake: “I’ll text you when I get there so we can find each other!”
I mean sure, anything is possible, but you’re placing too much weight on 1) The cell service at the venue, and 2) The improbability that you won’t have a a hell of a time fighting through crowds to find your friends.
Trust me, after spending nearly two hours of New Year’s Eve trying to find all of mine, I’ve learned my lesson. If you’re not all going together at the same time, decide on a point outside of the warehouse to meet to avoid having to plow through hundreds of drunk dancing humans to get from point A to point B.
4. Take time to enjoy the music.
With names such as Justice, Gesaffelstein, Odesza and Bob Moses, it’s safe to say the Jukely party had the hottest dance music lineup in all of America. Sadly for me, however, and to bring it back to lesson #3, I spent way too much of the time texting and trying to find friends and not enough time enjoying the incredible sets that Justice, Gesa and Bob Moses brought to the stage. This, of course, is a theme we come across time and time again…but on NYE, and especially if you’re at the hottest party in the city, you’ll want to be in the moment and not on your phone.
5. Go to the after-after party.
When my well-connected friend first asked me if I’d like to be listed for the New Year’s Day Sunrise Party hosted by BangOn!NYC and featuring Lee Burridge, at first I was like “Good god no, I’m old and stuff.”
I mean, I wasn’t even sure I’d make it to the 4 a.m. afterparty with Odesza. Thanks to some peer pressure, however, I eventually caved, and I’m so glad I did because the Sunrise Party proved to be pretty much the hottest ticket in town, and all those that slept through it regretted it. And I’m pretty glad to start off 2016 knowing I wasn’t one.
I hope all you beautiful 20somethings have a wonderful and epic 2016. And always remember, it never hurts to bring your own t. p.