I’ve been to house parties and country-club/venue parties (though not huge-ticket ones) with a singles group I used to belong to. But in 2001, it was this singles group that introduced me to a local small town’s tradition-- “First Night”, in Haddonfield, NJ.
Some other small towns do this–for the price of a badge (about fifteen bucks), you can get into entertainment acts all over town. In this case, there were musicians of every stripe, actors, comedians, magicians, usually some kind of Celtic rock or folk band, Elvis impersonators, Beatle impersonators. Occasionally, there were some fairly famous names–they had The Amazing Kreskin a few times, and the disco band The Trammps (you know… “Disco Inferno”). At nine, they had a countdown in the square for kids, and at twelve, the real countdown…complete with fireworks and an imported Mummer or two. The last few years, the fireworks were only at nine for the kids’ countdown. Last year, the midnight countdown had to be canceled because of extreme cold–the food trucks even had to bail that night. (For some reason, though, the Trammps didn’t extend their performance fifteen minutes and count down with their audience indoors.) Anyway, I’ve always thought it was a great idea for people who weren’t big drinkers, who liked the arts, or who couldn’t really afford the big-ticket hotel parties. All of which apply to me.
For the past ten years, my sister and brother-in-law and I help care for my stroke-patient mother. I go over there (to the house where we grew up–they moved in with her) several nights a week and one full day a weekend, and on special occasions to let them have the time off. The deal is, they let me have Christmas Eve and I let them have New Year’s Eve…but for the past several years, they haven’t been staying out until midnight or anywhere near, and when they get in, they tell me to go on down to Haddonfield. So I’d catch a few acts and do the countdown. (Before the caregiving started, I’d go with friends, but it was harder to invite them along when I didn’t know if or when I’d be going…though sometimes I’d meet up there with a friend of mine who’d go on her own.)
Well, this year, after twenty years of doing First Night, Haddonfield has quit. I asked one of the shopkeepers in the area why, and she told me it just hadn’t been as profitable for them. (Seemed to ME to have been as busy as ever, but I wasn’t doing the bean-counting.) So I just ended up hanging out with my sister when they got back–which was rather nice, anyway. (Most of my friends already had their own plans, and I couldn’t very well invite myself.) It’s just a shame that they stopped doing a popular and well-liked tradition. I hope they’ll re-instate it, or that another nearby town will pick it up.
But it did seem to me that fewer people were staying for the midnight countdown even before this. I’ve noticed that people (at least in my area) seem to be making less of a big deal of New Year’s Eve lately…either celebrating with house parties, or just with their own families.