Happy New Year
By: Sarah Aarssen
“It’s not all Holland, it’s not all Illinois, it’s just a little Holland-y”
It’s only natural that my first instinct when writing my January “Hollandy” would be to first wish you all a very happy New Year and best of luck for 2012 (albeit slightly late) and then proceed to share with you about the cultural differences between how we would celebrate New Year’s in central Illinois versus the city of Amsterdam. I’m a “go with your gut” girl so I’ll do just that.
It’s been a long time since I’ve rung in the New Year back in Illinois but it’s safe to say I can remember the traditions well enough. I’d get together with my usual group of awesome, fun friends. We’d decide if we should stay in or go out. We’d discuss the dangers of driving and risk of getting in an accident or being pulled over (from no fault of our own, mind you). Then we’d drink, dance, do the countdown, kiss our loved ones at the stroke of midnight (or kiss random strangers because, well, you saw the part about the drinking didn’t you?). Eventually the night would wind down and you’d spend the next day nursing a slight hang over and eating Bagna Cauda with your family.
My first experience of New Year’s Eve (2004 – 2005) Amsterdam style was somewhat similar to Illinois in that there was a countdown. That’s where the similarity pretty much ended.
Still in the “new love” phase Marco and I didn’t make plans with anybody and decided to spend our first New Years together just with one another. We walked through the streets of the city and I was blown away by the size of it all. On every big “square” there were huge deejay booths and stages set up with gigantic speakers and music blaring. The entire city was in party mode. We decided that Dam Square, where the palace is, (did I tell you the Dutch have royalty? Well now you know) would be the best place to spend our very first New Years together. Rather than a small club full of people, there where thousands and thousands of people gathered around, drinking, dancing and listening to the deejay rock some techno-dance music while videos were shown on a massive screen.
I remember the excitement that I felt being there. I was living the things that I had only seen on TV. Me, a girl from mapdot Illinois , I was really standing there on Dam Square, in front of a palace, amongst this sea of people that I didn’t know, who didn’t know me and I was loving it. The music was pumping. People were partying. The energy was fantastic. It was a dream. As cheesy as it may sound, it was seriously a dream for me. I don’t know if it will make sense to anybody else but I felt tiny. I felt so small and little and my world seemed to be super-sized. No, it wasn’t the space cakes. It was just the city doing its thing.
Television stations happened to be taping the square to show the celebration on TV so at about two minutes to midnight they had us all do a “practice” countdown to show on the air. We did the countdown, everything went fine. It was what I expected. Awesome.
Then the real countdown began. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! We kissed. (I didn’t kiss any random strangers that year, if you were wondering). The crowds erupted in shouting and celebration.
Then the most bizarre thing happened. All smiles around just soaking it all in and suddenly I felt a little, yet firm, push and turned around to see what was happening. Seconds later Marco yelled “get back” throwing a heroic arm in front of me sending me stumbling a bit. There was a group of young guys creating a small clearing, probably three feet in diameter. What in the world? Seconds later a gigantic firework exploded into the air spraying it colors across the crowd. Scared me to death! Not three seconds later it happened again. A little push. Somebody would yell “look out” (or kijk uit in Dutch) and BOOM!
I’m not talking about bottle rockets here. These were big, glorious, professional fireworks, think Fourth of July…only in the hands of every single drunken tween, teen and young adult on the square filled with thousands of people. I’d love to pause here and say it was gorgeous but I’d be lying. It was terrifying. It took the magical “I’m in love with the city” feeling down a notch or two and I was now feeling more “you crazy Dutch, have you lost your minds?!?!?”. -ish It was absolute mayhem! No “Auld Lang Syne” sung here but more like “Ode to Anxiety”.
That was my first and very last experience of New Years in the grand old city. We now ring in the new year from the comfort of our living room, watching those crazy-firework-loving-Dutch light up the sky from the safety of our double glazed windows.
Happy New Year’s everybody!
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