Friday, January 08, 2010

The Year of the Dark Side!

On New Year's Eve, we decided to do something we'd never done before: we went to downtown Buffalo for the annual Ball Drop and the ringing in of the New Year. Now, we've watched the Ball Drop on teevee a lot over the years; here in Buffalo, Channel 7 (our ABC affiliate) airs split-screen coverage of Buffalo's Ball Drop with the big one at Times Square, as part of New Year's Rockin' Eve.

Now, I can't lie -- judging by what we've seen on teevee, I wasn't terribly enthusiastic about being downtown for our Ball Drop. For one thing, it involves being pack in with lots of people. For another, we'd been out very late the night before (for our TSO concert) and I'd then had to get up very early the next morning for a project at The Store, with the Ball Drop obviously keeping us up past midnight. But the biggest factor in my ambivalence was the fact that the teevee coverage always makes the Ball Drop look, well, lame. As in, "serving platter covered with Christmas lights being lowered out an office building window on a string and an extension cord" lame. So I figured I'd be freakishly tired while I froze my arse off standing around a huge crush of people waiting to watch a chintzy ball of lights come down a building before shoving my way through the crowds to get home. Luckily I was off the next day, but still.

Well, wouldn't you know it -- the Ball Drop was a terrific time.

Our parking strategy was a good starting point. Instead of trying to park close to the event, we decided to park in a lot down at the foot of Main Street, right outside the vacant-for-the-night HSBC Arena, and then ride the Metro Rail to the Ball Drop location. The Ball drops down the front face of the Electric Tower, a beautiful old building in downtown whose top tiers are always illuminated white except for the holiday season when they're lit green, red, gold. This is what we saw as soon as we got off the Metro Rail train:

First glimpse of the Ball

Swirling spotlights kept arcing over the building and into the air, sending those wonderful blue shafts of light into the winter sky. The snow was falling, but the flakes were big and fluffy, there was no breeze to speak of, and the temperature was just cold enough that we could stand there for a little over an hour without wanting to kill ourselves. (Still, a roving hot chocolate vendor or two wouldn't have been a bad idea.)

Here's the view from the vantage point we set up for ourselves:

Getting ready....

The Ball itself was a lot nicer looking than what we see on teevee: a glittering globe, completely covered with lights that were swirling and spiraling and generally looking all, well, glittery. We got there at about 11:00, so we had to stand in one place for the remaining hour. But that hour went pretty quickly, because there was a lot of entertainment on the stage there, at the foot of the building: trivia contests, appearances by Buffalo Sabres, the Mayor receiving what I couldn't discern to be either a cheer or a lusty boo, more trivia, lots of fun music, and then the final song of 2009. It was "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey, which is, frankly, a song I could live without hearing again for a good long time.

But anyway, the final minute of 2009 came at last, and during the last fifteen seconds of the year, the Ball began to descend:

The Ball, dropping

And at last, we were into 2010!

2010 !!!

More music, lots of cheering and kissing. The third song of 2010 the deejays of the night chose was "ABC" by the Jackson Five (at which every single black person around us started dancing). Then we followed some of the dispersing crowd out of the area, walking down Main Street until we got to the next Metro Rail station, where we caught the next train and rode it back down to our parking spot. It took us half as much time to get home from the Ball Drop as it had the night before from the TSO concert.

One final postscript. The Daughter loves stuff that either glows or lights up, so whenever we're at a function that takes place at night, we'll almost always have to go to one of the inevitable street vendors who are selling such wares -- glow necklaces, glow sticks, light-up hats, et cetera -- and get something. She chose this thing that was clearly a knock-off of a lightsaber, even though it's incredibly chintzy and cheaply made, so much so that the guy could have hawked them for two bucks and made a profit. (Which is no doubt why he was hawking them for eight bucks each. I'm so easy.)

So The Kid came from from New Year's with a toy lightsaber, whose siren call I managed to disregard for over a week. Yup, I made it a week.

Until last night, when I finally gave into the temptation.


Wow, the Dark Side is more seductive!


Thee Earl of Obvious said...

"The third song of 2010 the deejays of the night chose was "ABC" by the Jackson Five (at which every single black person around us started dancing)."

You were saying what about the hotel owner? Glass houses and stones, you know?

Kelly Sedinger said...

Glass houses and stones, you know?

Don't know what you're talking about, and don't particularly care.

Thee Earl of Obvious said...

"Don't know what you're talking about, and don't particularly care."

Imus should have said that to Sharpton. Really a fantastic universal defense.

Oh wait, it only works for liberals.

And with that these comments are closed! (just trying to save you a little time)

Kelly Sedinger said...

OK, fine. You're trying to accuse me of some kind of hypocrisy. I'm not going to bother explaining why it's not, because frankly, you've been too annoying this last week and many times over the last year (and not just here -- I'm well aware of the way you behaved on my friend Kerry's blog) for me to want to bother. I will say this: I made a statement of fact about something that transpired while I was in downtown Buffalo, and I drew no great conclusions from it; I stated the fact and moved on in a post about my daily life. You're trying to use it as an excuse to play your "Right Wing Victim" card. Go play that game someplace else. You're clearly itching for a fight, and you're not going to get it. At least, not from me.

What you are going to get is an automatic deletion of your comments and all future ones, starting with this thread right here, without the benefit of me even reading them before I delete them, if you continue acting as though my blog is your personal pool to piss in. If you want to be an insulting jag-off, go right ahead and create your own blog and you can be as insulting and jag-offish as you want. But the next time a comment of yours rubs me the wrong way, I'll start deleting your comments unread.

Thee Earl of Obvious said...

I do enjoy reading your blog and I have developed a great respect for your fiction and most of your narratives. Being exiled is a punishment I would indeed like to avoid. Do accept my humble apologies and I will indeed try to temper my ghastly editorials.

with respect


Roger Owen Green said...

Does Earl have a blog? That I'd visit every day.

Oh, and re: topic, "Truth is an absolute defense." Even if, as I suspect, it were only 90% of the black people.