The New Years Eve Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna

The main ballroom of the SIlvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna.
The main ballroom of the ball.

The car drove underneath the triumphant arches, signaling the entrance to the palace grounds. It drove alongside the massive palace, glowing with a golden light. The chill in the air was palpable, but so was the excitement; it was so thick I could feel it when I stepped out of the car, careful not to trip over my floor-length gown or drop my phone through my satin-gloved hands.

I stepped onto a red carpet, laid over the cobblestone wet with winter.  Next to the doors, projected against the palace a light danced: “Hofburg Silvester Ball.” I took a deep breath in attempt to drown the thousands of worries going through my head (Would I find anyone that speaks English? Would I be the only person my age? Would I spend the night awkwardly alone?) and reminded myself that I was at an actual ball at an actual palace.

If this wasn’t a grand way to celebrate New Year’s Eve in Vienna, I don’t know what is.

The Silvester Ball at The Hofburg Palace in Vienna on New Years Eve.
Entering the Hofburg Palace for the Silvester Ball.

For American girls who grew up watching the Disney-ified versions of fairytales like Cinderella, the idea of going to a ball at a palace is about as realistic as kissing a frog with hopes it’ll turn into a prince.  But for the Viennese, balls are a way of life.  Every woman owns a ball gown and every man has a tux because they attend real, actual balls all the time.

The main ballroom of the SIlvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna.
The main ballroom of the ball.

Vienna holds nearly 200 balls every year, most at the palaces or, the most prestigious, at the opera house.  Some are for charity while others for celebration.  The Silvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace marks the beginning of ball season in Vienna, which lasts until late spring.

Balls in Vienna may be celebrations, but they are no lighthearted matter.  They are notorious for lasting all night (many last from 9 pm to 4 am the next morning) and have strict dress codes.  The Silvester Ball required women to wear floor-length gowns with corresponding opera gloves (of the appropriate length) and men must be in tuxes with bow ties (the dress code is several paragraphs long).  It’s also highly recommended to know the Viennese waltz—and dance lessons are available if needed.

Silvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna.
One of the many rooms in the palace during the ball.

Despite the stuffiness of the requirements, the ball is a lot of fun. The evening started with a Champagne cocktail hour, where guests mingled while listening to a piano and violin duo. Champagne flowed freely—but it was the only time drinks were free (afterward they were 18.50€ a glass!).

As people eagerly awaited entrance into the ballroom, I nervously wandered around.  Several people couldn’t believe I was there alone, causing me to uncharacteristically wonder the same thing.  I spotted two young gentlemen, gulped a bit of Champagne, and took a chance asking if they spoke English.  Luckily, the two Swedes were well versed in English and the three of us spent the rest of the night goofing off together.

With one of my new friends at the ball.
With one of my new friends at the ball.

Finally we entered the main ballroom, where the young debutantes (dressed in white) performed as an introduction into society.  Then ballet dancers, followed by opera singers, took to the stage to perform.  Afterward the ball officially begun.

An orchestra played waltz music in the main ballroom while other rooms played different types of music, from classical to jazz.  One room even had a DJ playing popular songs.  Bars throughout the palace served Champagne, cocktails and Austrian beers and a café area served sausages and Guglhupf pastries.

The clock at the Silvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna.
Almost midnight! Let the countdown begin…

Throughout the night, as I wandered from room to room admiring the attire of people from around the world and the atmosphere, I couldn’t believe I was there.  And when the clock struck midnight, it felt surreal—especially when I texted friends back home “Happy new year!” even though it was 4 pm!

The night relaxed as it got later.  Bow ties untied.  Gloves were removed.  My hair was a hot mess and my feet were sore, but I didn’t care.  My new Swedish friends and I met a group of friends from London and Boston and together we bonded over our shared language while toasting to 2015.

Kelli Nakagama at the Silvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna, Austria.
Ringing in the New Year at the Silvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna.

New Year’s Eve is a night meant purely for celebration.  It’s full of anticipation, when watching the clock all evening is expected instead of shunned.  Often the night is a sigh of relief—ahh, the year is over!—combined with the excitement of what is to come—a new year beginning!—and somehow within the celebration and excitement, I hardly took any pictures.  Instead I took in every moment, cheered at the peak of midnight and toasted to the amazing year to come.

I left the palace knowing that 2015 would be an incredible year.  After all, when you start the year in a Disney fairytale* come true, the rest of the year is bound to follow suit.

*To the disappointment of my friends and family, I did not actually meet a prince. So technically I failed the Disney part of the fairytale. :)

The Silvester Ball at the Hofburg Palace in Vienna.
Getting ready to waltz.

What to know if you go :: Tickets range from 155€-470€ and are available online here. Get tickets early; cancellation is free until August. The dress code—explained here—is strict but doesn’t require gloves for 2015. Waltz lessons would have been helpful, but I didn’t dance and no one shunned me for it. Most bars don’t take credit cards and drinks are expensive—plan accordingly. Oh, and don’t worry: the countdown to midnight is in English!

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