For several years my father, Norman W. Forgue, took mother and me to the theater in downtown Chicago on New Years Eve. Afterward, we would have a late dinner, one year at The Pump Room. The light blue net ‘gown’ with satin ribbon is long gone, and the white rabbit cape that was to DIE for, gone too, but not the memories. Who can forget Annie Get Your Gun, or Brigadoon, which played once again in August 2014 at the Goodman Theatre at 170 N. Dearborn Street.
Do you know the story? Two American tourists get lost on vacation in Scotland and stumble into Brigadoon, a mythical village that appears for only one day every 100 years. No outsider can stay in Brigadoon unless they fall in love, and no resident can ever leave or the village will vanish forever. Big, beautiful and beguiling, Brigadoon is a “ravishing” (The New Yorker) musical delight. A story a young girl, sitting between her parents feeling all grown up, could never forget. (Wonder what my father paid for the tickets? These days, top price $97.00.)
Many a New Years Eve has come and gone since those days. The celebration has changed over the years. Once upon a time, as a child, I tried to stay awake until midnight, which gave way to the years of negotiating with my parents how late I could stay out. There have been wonderful years attending parties with adult friends, to finally staying at home, having a steak and baked potato with the one I love. Coming full circle, I hope to stay awake to see this New Year in, but with a terrible cold, I doubt it.
Wishing all of you a Blessed New Year. Thank you for joining me here on this blog. Looking forward to spending time with you in 2015.