As we've done in years past, last night Hubby Tony and I attended our local First Night celebration to ring in the new year. However, this year there was a twist; for the first few hours we volunteered at one of the venues, then the rest of the evening was ours.
It was a very cold night. Most people had their buttons outside their coat, but some had attached it to their shirts so it wasn't easily visible. I had to ask them to open up their coat and show me. A small handful of people weren't aware of the admission policy, so I directed them to a place where they could purchase the buttons.
Late in my shift I was taking a break and talking to one of the venue staff, who pointed out I was acting in the role of a bouncer. I hadn't thought about it that way (in my experience bouncers always seem to be rough, stern-looking enforcers), but after thinking about it I guess she was right. I can add "being a bouncer" to my experience list.
Five years ago today: The Seventh Day of Christmas