I was born too old for this, I think as I join the Uptown line, already 50 people deep. Fifteen minutes later, my wrist wrapped in an orange paper bracelet, I'm permitted entry into a courtyard shaded by trees strung with twinkle lights. It would be an enchanting transformation of the corporate plaza outside the BNY Mellon Center were it not for the endless surge of people pushing past, beer-first, as they chase the illusory notion that there might, somehow, be more space to stand just over there — no? Maybe in that back corner?