Once in a Blue Moon

I was out on the back deck early this morning, trying to get a picture of the Blue Moon. It was cold, only about 16 degrees, and dark except for that bright white light in the western sky. Tonka was barking at the sounds of a scary stranger in the front yard. The funny thing is that the scary stranger was my husband Dave, scraping ice off his windshield as he was getting ready to leave for work!

New Year’s Eve will be another uneventful night for us. Dave and I have only been out on New Year’s Eve twice in the past decade. The first year we were together, I splurged on a package deal that included Colorado Symphony tickets. It was 2000, turning over to 2001, and the symphony program was the “Top Ten” classical pieces of all time. We got all dolled up, went to the symphony, then spent the night at a hotel across from the Boettcher Concert Hall in downtown Denver.

That was the first year Denver held its fireworks program in the heart of the city. It had originally been planned for the turn of the century from 1999 to 2000, but all the imagined threats from Y2K put the kibosh on that year’s festivities. Many purists argued that 2000 to 2001 was actually the more accurate time to celebrate the turn of the century. So we decided that celebrating a new century twice in two years was certainly okay with us. Hey, it's a big deal, why not go for two years in a row?

The hotel we stayed at had a big common balcony overlooking Arapahoe Street. After the symphony we returned to our room, changed into warmer clothes and trekked out to the balcony to wait for the fireworks. The streets below were teeming with people. The main fireworks show was set to go off at the Daniels & Fisher Tower and we had ringside seats!

Our second night out was in 2005. We went to the late showing of “Brokeback Mountain” and then stopped at a nearby restaurant/brewery for a drink and a sandwich. We were so surprised that there was hardly anyone around, either at the movies or at the restaurant. The bartender told us that it had been busy earlier but then everyone left around 10 PM and headed for downtown Denver. The annual fireworks show had become quite popular.

Growing up my family always had the same New Year’s Eve tradition. First, mom would prepare homemade pizzas. Her pizzas were made on rectangular cookie sheets with only one topping: cheese. Mom thought all the extra toppings took away from the experience. After all, she reasoned, how could you possibly compete with melted cheese and delicious red sauce dripping over the sides of crispy, yummy dough?

After we polished off what we called The Square Pizzas, dad would break out the record albums and treat us to his own unique rendition of songs. Quite often dad forgot the words to many of his favorite songs (especially after a few beers) and then he started to make up words. Mom would admonish him with a statement along the lines of: “If you can’t remember the words, then you shouldn’t be singing that song!” Dad promptly switched over to whistling along with the music.

As it drew closer to midnight, mom would let us have one drink, a sloe gin fizz, one tiny capful of sloe gin mixed with a 7-UP. Boy, we just thought it was the cat’s meow! I’m sure some folks would be horrified now at the thought of giving your young children a mixed drink but it was mostly soda in a large glass with a slight hint of sloe gin. I’m sure mom reasoned that it would knock us out right after midnight. And she was right!

At midnight we stepped outside to commence with the noisemaking. My brother Ted and I fought over who got to sit in the driver’s seat of the car and honk the horn. By then dad had usually crashed on the sofa with the TV glowing in front of him and would only briefly wake up and mumble, “Is it time?” Mom had a big old cowbell and she stood on the front stoop clanging it like crazy. And that was it.

On Tuesday my nephew joined us for dinner after work. Normally I stick with my mom’s tradition of making a square pizza on New Year's Eve. Mine, however, do include toppings beyond cheese. Since Clark was coming over so close to New Year’s Eve, I made the pizza on Tuesday instead and shared stories of his grandma and grampa with him. He did remember the square pizzas and he even remembered the big plastic glasses that we used for our sloe gin fizzes.

Since the square pizza has already been consumed, tonight Dave and I are going out for dinner. We plan to be home early and I’m quite sure Dave and Tonka will be fast asleep long before midnight. I will stay awake, as usual, and open the front door at midnight to listen to what the other neighbors have going on. Only once in a Blue Moon has there been another creature awake in my house to share the dawn of a new year. So maybe, just maybe tonight I’ll be able to wish a “Happy New Year!” to someone other than myself.

Have a grand evening, no matter what your traditions!