Last night, SOF and I broke from our usual "watch a movie and maybe stay up to watch the New Year" to actually attending Oklahoma City's Opening Night celebration. Our family joined us for a cold night of walking around downtown from venue to venue (no, we did not see the Flaming Lips) until we shivered in the cold waiting for the ball to ....
Isn't the phrase, "watch the ball drop?" This one went up and was largely unimpressive. But then the fireworks started and they were very impressive. It was an evening enjoyed by all.
The highlight for me was watching the Red Dirt Rangers play for a while, though a close second was our visit to the old First National Bank building with the beautiful historic stone room, where we entered just as a chorale group was finishing Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American." Now people probably suspect that this is not my favorite song ("proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free"--at least? Damning with faint praise, I think.) But this group could have been singing Mein Kampf--The Musical and it would have sounded amazing in that room. We wondered around and heard a smaller barbershop group sing a few songs--all of which just rang in that room. It was truly amazing.
The crowd was well-behaved and diverse. When we returned to our car, we found a giant pickup nearly inches from the passenger side of my car--prompting a few curses at the people who still think that giant SUV-like vehicles are reasonable. But we made it. After a bit of a line coming out of the parking garage, we hopped on the freeway and home to warmth and sleep.
It was a great evening where memories were made--which was the point.
Happy New Years to you and yours!