We visited a smattering of bars before the group split, some deciding to ring in the New Year belting out karaoke. While the rest of us hit the dance floor at a club called World.
The place was packed, the music throbbing in anticipation of the New Year which at this point was only minutes away. Bodies pressed so close the crowd moved as one, a great undulating creature, as the projections on the walls flicked to numbers. The crowd-creature began to scream itself hoarse as each decreasing number flashed in light on the plaster.
The dancing beast with a thousand voices, a thousand heads but only one thought, cried "Happy New Year" and it was done. The monumental 2010 was over, the infinitely promising possibilities of 2011 had just begun.