I’m actually breaking with tradition this New Year’s Eve and going out and doing something tonight. Rather than just smugly staying indoors like the old fart I’ve become (and usually turning in before midnight), I’ll be escorting my wife and mother to a performance of “Next To Normal” at the Ahmanson, bracketed by rides to/from the Music Center on the Angels Flight funicular (which in celebration of its 109th anniversary is rolling back fares to one penny). Then we’ll hit Pacific Dining Car for an apres-theatre bite before heading home… probably still to turn in before midnight.
But! On the off chance I’m still awake to ring in the new year, I might endeavor to stay awake another hour or so until 1:11 a.m. since it just dawned on me that the inaugural day of the new year will be one of those that are numerologically redundant, namely: 1/1/11. Yeah… I’m one of those geeks who actually watched a clock a couple years ago as it turned 4:56 on 7/8/09. Don’t judge. And you know I was all over 10.10.10, wherein at 10:10 a.m. I was somewhere bicycling the CicLAvia route!
More than likely I’ll miss that first alignment and so instead will keep an eye out for the second one at 11:11 a.m., or maybe again at 1:11 p.m. at which point I will most certainly be cheering on my beloved Alabama Crimson Tide who are hopefully kicking some Michigan State Spartan ass in the Capital One Bowl. In the meantime, be safe, be happy — and mark your calendars in November: 11/11/11!