First Night last night

We sent the old year on its way with funny hats, light sabers, and a bus ride.
Needing our hats, Sandra, Tess, Lily, Cassie, and yours truly visited the Celebration Station at the Worcester Art Museum and made hats of colored paper and silver stars. Suitable attired, we went out on a balmy (compared to last year) night and slipped/slided/slud along snowy sidewalks to the various venues.

• Peter Gross and His Amazing Flying Rodents were less than amazing. (Tip: if you're gonna invoke a copyright and tell people to turn off their camcorders, don't be lazy and name one of your animals after a Beatles tune. While not a copyright violation, it doesn't command the respect for creativity that the copyright laws are designed to promote.)
  
• Always a favorite, Improv Kids shows sharp and talented young minds at their best.

On our way back downtown, it was Cassie who convinced us, with all of the moral force that a five-year-old can bring, that we needed light sabers. 

• We oohed and aahed at the athleticism and youthful good looks of the New England Trampoline Show Company.
  
• The Airborne Comedians were the stars of the night, combing lawn-furniture juggling with, well, whatever the heck it is that they do.
  

We stopped for a while and held a three-way saber fight in front of City Hall.

Holding to a long-standing family tradition, we sang our New Year's song while waiting for the shuttle bus to take us back to the museum parking lot. The chorus is

We want the bus.
We want the bus.

The refrain is

We want the bus.
We want the bus.

One of our new year's resolutions is not to write more songs.
Home by 10, we watched a bit of Stooges and to bed by 11. "See you next year," I told the girls as they settled into our guest room. In our room, I was asleep by 11:30. Sandra tells me that the kids weren't.