I have NO idea what I’m doing for New Years’. I am not one to plan things in advance, and as a result I usually end up either sitting at home with my husband, who is the very definition of a homebody, or scurrying off to my sister’s house to drink Irish coffee and bounce off walls. The last time this happened I ended up falling off an exercise ball and cracking my elbow on the fireplace hearth (DON’T ask), though I didn’t really feel anything until the next morning. Irish coffee is my favorite.
There are two kinds of people when New Years’ comes around: the people for whom it’s all about the night before, and the people for whom it’s all about the day after. Being a night owl myself, I OUGHT to be in the first camp, but at my advanced age I have never actually been to a New Years’ shindig, mostly because I’m WAAAY too talkative when I’m drinking and loose lips sink ships. I only get plastered with people I trust, because God only knows what I might tell them. I do remember that one year my sister and I both went to my mom’s and drank Irish coffee in front of her, just for the reaction, but to the best of my recollection I behaved. At any rate, Mom still speaks to me. But I digress. I’m actually firmly in the New Years’ Day camp. Strange, I know, since I can’t stand the traditional food and I don’t like watching football. Nope, I like the parades. I have said I’m not much for TV, but parades are one of the few chances I have to watch….MARCHING BANDS. There, I said it and I feel better. I would watch a LOT more football if they actually televised the halftime. (Of course, I’d wander away during the third quarter, because that’s what band people do, but who’s keeping track?) Halftime is a show unto itself, and it’s completely unfair that the networks wreck it for me by airing a bunch of overpaid talking heads telling us what we already saw for ourselves. If you honestly need a replay, get a friggin’ TiVo. Let me watch the bands in peace, and STHU.
Anyway, parades are one of the only chances I get to see bands in action. Being a band alumnus, I happen to know that parades are not even when a band is at its best. To appreciate the art form, one must see it on a stadium. There is nothing quite like it. The amount of work, both physical and mental, which goes into a single halftime or festival performance is something that I think must be experienced to be truly appreciated, and though it’s been years since I last stepped off the field, it is something which stays in your blood forever, and watching grainy YouTube videos doesn’t really do it justice. I want to see it on television. While drinking Irish coffee. Anyway, Happy New Year.