New Year, New Danger
So my New Year's was pretty good- a little quiet, just some chinese food round a friend's flat, and out to Edinburgh's Meadows to watch the Fireworks from afar. This worked out well, as we got the highlights of Edinburgh's street party, without actually having to be AT the street party.
The street party is one of those terrible events which people go to because they've heard of it, because everyone else is going, or because they have no imagination, and as a result they are left pressing up against thousands of other people in the freezing cold, watching some second-tier indie band like Kasabian or Glasvegas (two bands which are living embodiments of mediocrity and attitude over any kind of actual substance or point to their existence) and pretending that the whole hellish ordeal is something approximating a pleasant communal experience. I've been to the last two street parties, and they were shit. The people I was with made things a lot more pleasant, but still, I'm glad we did it properly and avoided that hellish cattle-pen this year.
Instead, The Meadows was lovely, a great big place located in the middle of edinburgh's old town, not far from both Arthur's Seat and Edinburgh Castle, and on New Year's eve it was a snowy wonder. There were people being joyful and new yearsy, but not too many, and they were all doing picturesque things like sledging, or launching those Thai paper balloons powered by lights which float up into the sky and look like ufos. We counted about twenty of them in the air at one point. Really cool. That plus fireworks made for a wonderful display.
Back to reality now. I'm looking to make 2010 a good year full of good times with good people, new memories and bonds forged, and exciting projects and plans coming to fruition.
I hope yours is the same.
The street party is one of those terrible events which people go to because they've heard of it, because everyone else is going, or because they have no imagination, and as a result they are left pressing up against thousands of other people in the freezing cold, watching some second-tier indie band like Kasabian or Glasvegas (two bands which are living embodiments of mediocrity and attitude over any kind of actual substance or point to their existence) and pretending that the whole hellish ordeal is something approximating a pleasant communal experience. I've been to the last two street parties, and they were shit. The people I was with made things a lot more pleasant, but still, I'm glad we did it properly and avoided that hellish cattle-pen this year.
Instead, The Meadows was lovely, a great big place located in the middle of edinburgh's old town, not far from both Arthur's Seat and Edinburgh Castle, and on New Year's eve it was a snowy wonder. There were people being joyful and new yearsy, but not too many, and they were all doing picturesque things like sledging, or launching those Thai paper balloons powered by lights which float up into the sky and look like ufos. We counted about twenty of them in the air at one point. Really cool. That plus fireworks made for a wonderful display.
Back to reality now. I'm looking to make 2010 a good year full of good times with good people, new memories and bonds forged, and exciting projects and plans coming to fruition.
I hope yours is the same.