So, are buses running New Year’s Eve? Yes, but with a side of chaos and a garnish of hope. Assume nothing, check everything, and carry a snack pack for the inevitable wait. If you do manage to catch that last bus, consider yourself a unicorn—a glittery, slightly tipsy unicorn riding into the new year.
And if all else fails? Walk. It’s good for the soul, builds character, and gives you time to reflect on why you didn’t just stay home with a cat and a book. Happy New Year, you brave, bus-chasing warrior. May your ride be warm and your midnight kiss not smell like diesel fumes.
