I saw the ball drop
I saw the ball drop! Yep, I stayed awake until midnight – and beyond. I don’t know if it was the champagne or chocolate cookies or remaining echoes from the election, but I definitely had the spirit.
I wrote last week I’d never looked more forward to a New Year with such pleasure and anticipation than this one. I “celebrated” the first day of the year by going to my office. I didn’t get much done but working on Jan. 1 has been my personal tradition forever.
I’ve always believed it important to begin years being productive to set the tone for the remaining 364 days. Technically I know it’s ridiculous to believe one’s results through the year is somehow impacted by that single day’s activity, but that’s the way I feel and has been for as long as I can remember.
I’m not unique. Many folks have personal beliefs regarding the click of the calendar to a new year.
Before midnight this New Year’s Eve, some people interviewed in Times Square in New York said they’d participated in that ritual dropping of the ball for years. One said his life wouldn’t be the same if he missed it.
Well, everybody to their own, but I like my ritual better. First and foremost, I can’t imagine myself standing shoulder-to-shoulder or whatever-to-whatever for hours on end to shout and toot a horn for 60 seconds at midnight.
Some participants said they’d been there since morning to “get a good place.” I wondered what that meant since you’re standing on the street and looking up. It made me curious if one “up” could actually be better than another “up.”
I can’t imagine any part of the street being truly superior to another, but since I’ve never actually watched that ball drop in person, I can’t judge. To each his own. ... “I’ve found my own, one and only you.” Oops, I accidently channeled Frankie Lane. Great song!
What I can judge is I’d never choose to be voluntarily cooped up with over a million people for hours and hours. Oh yeah, did I mention there are no bathrooms available?
Being captured in a situation preventing nature’s calls reminds me of the movie “Semi-Tough” in which Burt Reynolds inspirationally solved that very bathroom-break issue. Guys who regularly attend the Times Square shindig might want to watch that movie. Trust me, had I been there and remembered the flick, I would’ve used his “system.”
I also couldn’t help but wonder how it broke up after it was done. I figure as soon as it’s over and barricades come down, there has to be rushes seeking venues of relief anywhere they can be found.
To that purpose, I’ve heard New York street vendors sell anything in demand so wonder how they might take advantage of this entrepreneurial opportunity? I was thinking that perhaps our N.C. pickle producers might produce New Year pickle jugs with handy grips and a watertight lid. They could advertise them as “Dick Clark’s Rockin’ Empties” commemorative containers.
Under such circumstances, they’d sell for a hundred bucks or more. I’d personally pay that much in a heartbeat, or in this case, a New York minute.
Otis Gardner can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.