The date on this blog post may say the second of January but where I am it is still the first.
Today was sunny with blue skies. I woke up far too early considering I had actually been out on NYE for the first time in many years. I am in SF with my friend Mr Spaniel and we had tickets last night to go to a jazz club to see a band called The California Honeydrops.
We got back to our hotel around one and I probably didn't go to sleep until two so waking up at 7 this morning was not such a brilliant idea.
Being out and about on new year's eve was interesting. We got slightly lost going to the club despite having been there earlier in the day to pick up the tickets. When in America I can't help feeling, cliche though it is, that I am playing a bit part in film. There were lots of characters around and everyone was wishing everyone else happy new year.
The club had a very mixed clientele with ages ranging from 20s to 70s. Some people were in evening dress and others in the most casual clothes imaginable. Mr S and I were somewhere in between. Most people seemed to be having an awesome time.
The band were enjoyable but loud and as Mr S had forgotten that he has tinnitus and shouldn't go to loud concerts, we ended up standing as far back as possible.
I always think that Americans are very abstemious around drink. They certainly weren't last night. At 00.01 a couple standing next to us were so enthusiastic in wishing each other happy new year that they leapt upon one another and went crashing to the ground almost knocking us flying as well.
We left not long after 12 and caught the bus - public transport was free all evening - back to the hotel. Walking down the hill from the bus stop we came upon a couple obviously in some trouble. A girl was sprawled on the ground and her boyfriend was trying to wave down cabs by standing in the middle of the road.
Mr S, unlike me, is very fond of talking to strangers so got involved. The girl was too drunk to do anything other than sit on the sidewalk crying and saying how she wanted to go home and the guy was hoping to share a taxi with someone as he had 6 dollars to contribute towards the fare. Not surprisingly trying to make a taxi stop by standing in the middle of the road was not very successful and no-one was very keen on letting him and the girlfriend into their cab. He told us, with an air of real disappointment, about the unkindness of strangers and the fact that one guy, who had stopped his car, had produced a gun. As we had no way of helping them we just wished them a happy new year.
Once again I was reminded of how much I like not drinking.
I hope that there was no crying or guns involved in your celebrations of the new year and I wish everyone a prosperous 2014.