Minder Of The Door

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.

Each year First Night is filled with activities. The outside ones (acts on the main stage, two fireworks displays, the huge dance tent, and the areas where you could post your resolutions for the new year and watch videos) are free. For the inside venues, you have to purchase an admission button.  My job was to check people for their buttons as they entered the performance area.

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