Happy New Year!
Jan. 1st, 2007 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanI spent the day home, coddling a cold, although I did do some frantic dusting on the off chance that my best friend and her mom might come by. (Yes, laugh... but at least the respirator my boss gave me for Christmas is a useful gift!) Reread a book, watched a couple of episodes of the Emma Peel era Avengers. Made oyster stew, which curdled, darn it, just after I'd dished the first bowlful. (Don't ask me why! It was fine till then!)
But at five minutes of midnight I went out to court pneumonia and watch fireworks.
I live that close to Boston Harbor, and on First Night, the fireworks are always on the harbor. Depending on the tide they might be way out by Castle Island or nearly all the way in towards Charlestown, but tonight they were due south of Eastie -- due south of my perch on the iron railings of Piers Park.
It was good...
You can always tell how warm it is by how many other people come out to watch, and by how much noise they make. This year it was practicaly tropical. I didn't take my fluglehorn, not wanting to contaminate it for next year, but others did, and the ringing notes of sick-cows filled the air, along with the pop and bang of the small fireworks that the teenagers were setting off in the street behind us. Lots of whooping and hollering -- I wish the guys on the firework barges had tape recorders or something so they could hear our appreciative oohs, and ahs, and the occasional oh! f&^%! that was a good one! from the drunks. It was plenty noisy tonight. But we manage to generate a fair bit of noise even on the coldest of New Years' Eves, when only a few frozen diehards gather together with our faces wrapped up to the eyes and our toes slowly freezing off. I've been out there when it was ten below and I was not alone. I try not to look for omens in the fireworks, but one year they didn't go well, and neither did anything else. This years went very well indeed, with a couple of shapes I'm not as familiar with, and more colors added to the usual banging noisy finale that is so much a part of Boston that I think I'd be astonished to find it happening in Denver, where the finales were always chrysanthemums when I was a kid. Heck, half the display in Boston looks like what I think of as a Denver finale.
Mind you, it's not a long fireworks display. Fifteen minutes, max, and I can scuttle home to hot chocolate. This year I'm having sparkling cider. It was on sale at the grocery today, even though it's not the same brand I had on Christmas. Nice, once I found the church key and got it open. I'll probably go and try to sleep now, although I expect it will be a little longer before the children and drunks wander in. On colder nights that's usually not a problem. But even if it is, it won't be for very long.
Goodnight! Sleep well! And may tomorrow be better!
But at five minutes of midnight I went out to court pneumonia and watch fireworks.
I live that close to Boston Harbor, and on First Night, the fireworks are always on the harbor. Depending on the tide they might be way out by Castle Island or nearly all the way in towards Charlestown, but tonight they were due south of Eastie -- due south of my perch on the iron railings of Piers Park.
It was good...
You can always tell how warm it is by how many other people come out to watch, and by how much noise they make. This year it was practicaly tropical. I didn't take my fluglehorn, not wanting to contaminate it for next year, but others did, and the ringing notes of sick-cows filled the air, along with the pop and bang of the small fireworks that the teenagers were setting off in the street behind us. Lots of whooping and hollering -- I wish the guys on the firework barges had tape recorders or something so they could hear our appreciative oohs, and ahs, and the occasional oh! f&^%! that was a good one! from the drunks. It was plenty noisy tonight. But we manage to generate a fair bit of noise even on the coldest of New Years' Eves, when only a few frozen diehards gather together with our faces wrapped up to the eyes and our toes slowly freezing off. I've been out there when it was ten below and I was not alone. I try not to look for omens in the fireworks, but one year they didn't go well, and neither did anything else. This years went very well indeed, with a couple of shapes I'm not as familiar with, and more colors added to the usual banging noisy finale that is so much a part of Boston that I think I'd be astonished to find it happening in Denver, where the finales were always chrysanthemums when I was a kid. Heck, half the display in Boston looks like what I think of as a Denver finale.
Mind you, it's not a long fireworks display. Fifteen minutes, max, and I can scuttle home to hot chocolate. This year I'm having sparkling cider. It was on sale at the grocery today, even though it's not the same brand I had on Christmas. Nice, once I found the church key and got it open. I'll probably go and try to sleep now, although I expect it will be a little longer before the children and drunks wander in. On colder nights that's usually not a problem. But even if it is, it won't be for very long.
Goodnight! Sleep well! And may tomorrow be better!
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Date: 2007-01-01 05:53 am (UTC)*new year hugs, and clinks glasses with you*
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Date: 2007-01-01 06:38 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-01-01 06:57 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2007-01-01 09:00 am (UTC)Happy New Year!
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Date: 2007-01-01 01:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-01 04:11 pm (UTC)Happy New Year!
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Date: 2007-01-01 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-02 07:59 pm (UTC)I hope your cold gets better soon! I loved your description of your evening. It sounds really nice. Here it's all about fireworks on New Year's Eve and it was quite a racket. The wee one visiting me this year slept all through it though so we were all happy.