This article from today’s Washington Post caught my eye.
I live in Pennsylvania, Land of the New Year’s Eve Drop. My own town intends to drop a model of an Indy car, because we’re the car show capital of the world.
So what, if anything, does your town drop (or raise), and do you plan to watch it?
I do not plan on going, so in honor of my new home state we will be doing some red headed sluts. It’s a delicous shot involving jagermeister, peach schnaps, and a splash of cranberry juice.
Seriously, central PA somehow has become New Year’s Drop Central…
A strawberry in Harrisburg
A Hershey’s Kiss in Hershey
An anchor in Shippensburg
A wrench in Mechanicsburg
A pickle in Dillsburg
A white rose in York
A red rose in Lancaster
A sled in Duncannon
A huckleberry in New Bloomfield
A goat (not real) in Falmouth
A lollipop in Hummelstown
A M&M in Elizabethtown
An orb in Manheim
A lion (also not real) in Red Lion
A wooden cow in Blain
A canal boat in Liverpool
Bologna in Lebanon
A peep (the marshmallow kind) in Bethlehem
Tempe, AZ drops a giant tortilla chip into salsa/dip at midnight. Of course, it was all part of the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl Block Party. Nice advertising, eh?
My birth city of Pottsville, Pennsylvania, also drops a giant bottle of Yuengling beer, or so I’ve read recently. It’s the home of America’s Oldest Brewery.
Not sure if it’s full, and what the townsfolk do if it breaks. If so, the town would smell like any college town’s Fraternity Row on a Sunday morning for a long, long time.