Last night was a lot of fun. Josh and I were invited by Michael to attend a performance by “Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo“, an all male troupe that plays expertly and hilariously with the medium and history of ballet. Following that Michael and I left Josh for a party high above Times Square. The view was amazing. I had only been to Times Square for NYE once before, way back in 1988, and it didn’t turn out so well. We were standing in the throngs, thousands of people pressed up against us. The ball dropped, and we all started cheering…and then some jerk decided to set off a couple of smoke bombs. There was screaming and yelling, people pushing and crushing and choking on the smoke. Then we somehow got hustled out of there by the cops and found ourselves inside the barricades with thousands of onlookers on all sides. Our coughing group then made its way to the exits.
What a difference 20 years and some terrorist attacks makes.
Everything was far more orderly and security minded than in the past. Everything from the control and placement of barricades and crowds, to the police lines to cross to get into the building we were in, to the surveillance. It was both a relief to feel that things were more controlled and kind of sad that this is what our world has come to. A kind of innocence is definitely gone, but on the other hand the crowd seemed just as enthusiastic (and drunk) as ever, despite being penned in. And perched on the 13th floor, overlooking everything with about 50 or so other people was quite a treat.