I can see the farworks on the 16th Street Mall bringing in the new year for the throngs of drunken peasants. Too lazy to set up a tripod and try a pic. There'll be another show at midnight; maybe I'll try then.
Last year, by the way, I was one of the peasants (non-drunken, sadly). I remember how half the city crowd-control ginks had alcohol on their breaths. Kiss me, you fool.