It was New Years Eve, downtown Nashville at the Bash On Broadway, about 32 degrees outside so I was bundled up with a scarf, hat, and gloves. I love the energy and vibe of crowds, especially when there are live bands. Even though in general, I usually avoid crowds, and sometimes people for that matter. Sounds strange being I live in the city, but even those of us who do can find our little safe spot, if you will. The first band we saw, it was great and the crowd was manageable, the final act not so much, we got closer in to see them, perhaps that was a mistake. It was an awkward way to ring in the New Year, being in the middle of a sea of people, and as the alcohol flowed, some people became increasingly stupid and aggressive. Logic should prevail, if the crowds are that thick, if you get bumped, it’s not by the person next to you, it was them getting caught in the crossfire, you insufferable idiots.
Most people were there to have a good time, but a few testosterone filled morons kindof killed the vibe in that area and part of the night. Let’s not forget those in loud arguments with their girlfriends in public. Jesus, control yourselves and your liquor, people. Eventually we all made our way out and I thought to myself…I’m still plenty young enough to get out and experience life and the crowd, but have maybe reached that point when it’s hard to relate. I mean, if you are that worried about personal space, maybe you should have stayed home with a bottle of Jameson Whiskey and invited a few friends. I was talking with my best friend since high school, and we’d never know that a New Years Eve house party we had in our college age years would be the yardstick to measure all other New Years eve celebrations. Doesn’t sound like a bad idea moving forward 🙂