Tuesday, January 6, 2009
New Year's kiss
What’s the big deal about New Year’s Eve?
New Year’s is just another one of those holidays created to make people feel bad about themselves … like Valentine’s Day … and April Fool’s Day.
I remember this one April Fool’s when my college roommates got Little People versions of themselves to occupy our house ... and they swapped out my clothes for a doll’s wardrobe and traded in my car for a Power Wheels ... all so I’d wake up thinking I’d become a giant over night. It was horrible. I didn’t even know there WAS a Corolla Power Wheels.
Then to make matters worse, when I grew wise to their scheme, I threw my back out leaning down to punch the closest wee person in their lying wee mouth.
It’s a terrible holiday. Terrible.
Now … New Year’s is really all fuss and pressure to do something cool, all leading up to an anticlimactic controlled disco ball drop behind a man who doesn’t age … which just makes you feel crappy about looking older.
And then there’s the whole crazy worldwide neurotic need to have someone kiss you at the stroke of midnight. It almost doesn’t matter whom … anyone, as long as you aren’t standing there alone.
Wee bit pathetic, don’t you think? Even more pointless than that Power Wheels Corolla.
OK, I’m not saying I hate the day entirely. I’ve had some really decent ones … and a few more I just don’t remember. So we’ll count them as winners. But, I never bought into the excitement OR the need for romance at the stroke of midnight … until this year.
Oh boy. Somehow I stumbled into a romance that has weathered through the last few blistery months – leading up to a New Year’s invite and a Midnight smooch. And I am smitten. The man makes me more loopy than champagne.
Throughout the party, I appeared my usual cool and social self, except I kept stealing glances at him across the room, looking lustily at those lips that I would get to kiss in just a few hours.
This is what the holiday does to people. Dopey stuff, I’m telling you.
When the hour finally came and I felt his arm go around me, I just melted against it. (Or was too drunk to stand on my own… that’s a tough call.) Everyone is yelling the count down and we leaned in for the kiss. It was exciting.
It was. And a bit toothy … because I was smiling too big to give him a proper smooch.
While all this is a serious affront to my jaded heart and fierce independence … for a couple moments I wasn’t worrying about anything, I just felt happy. Then in the morning (early afternoon), this same beautiful man made breakfast.
Now, while my fierce independence has kept me warm through a few New Year’s Eves… it has never gotten up and cooked for me the next day.
So, I don’t know. Maybe ringing in the New Year with some romance is just a good start. Maybe having that kiss is worth a little fuss.
Maybe a Power Wheels Corolla is just better on battery mileage.
What do you think?