Beating the Curse of the Midnight Kiss
I don’t know who invented the tradition of kissing that ‘special someone’ at midnight on New Year’s, but it sure puts a lot of pressure on the holiday. No matter what you do to celebrate or how many great people you surround yourself with on New Year’s; if the clock strikes midnight and you’re single without a ‘special someone’ to kiss there’s that stigma of not fitting in, of not being the socially acceptable norm, of not being a couple.
I did everything possible last night to beat the curse of the midnight kiss...
My goddaughter spent the night with me and we went to the
Condors game with some dear friends and watched the Condors win a great game against Stockton. Chingpea, Bambi and myself spent some time checking out a few very nice looking injured Condors players dressed in suits that were sitting close enough for us to get a really good look at them.
NL briefly interviewed me on his latest episode of the
Buck City Podcast he was creating. The microphone is getting less intimidating every time he sticks it in my face but his crazy questions are all in good fun and make for funny commentary on the Buck City Podcast.
FattKatt & the Vonzippers were playing at the Rabobank before the game and during the first period. We danced in our seats while FattKatt & the Vonzippers played a little Elvis, a little Johnny Cash, a little Ricky Nelson, a little Stray Cats and even two original hockey songs they wrote for the
Growing Up Fighting: Hockey Volume 1 hockey CD coming out soon. They put on a great show and had the crowd dancing in their seats. I could have listened to them play all night long, but their music would not be the only local music that filled up my New Year’s night.
After the game, there was a little wine, champagne, great conversation, and great local music including: the
Filthies, the
Dalloways,
Nunez and
Norfolk. No, we didn’t go to a music show where all of those bands were playing together, Bambi and I had hijacked NL’s local bands music collection. I swear NL is keeping all the Norfolk songs to himself.
“You’re being stingy with the Norfolk music.” I told him.
“Not me.” He replied.
“James told me one night at Azul’s that you had a CD of Norfolk songs and you could burn them for me.” I explained.
“I’m not supposed to give those out.” He stated.
“I’m not talking about the CD that says
‘Do not duplicate’, I’m talking about the Norfolk songs.” I persuaded.
“I even put a Norfolk CD on my Christmas list!” I exclaimed.
Instead of burning me a Norfolk CD he wrote this
blog stating I was whining about not having any Norfolk music. I'll get a Norfolk CD out of him eventually!
We got so caught up in the music and the conversation that we almost missed the midnight countdown. We toasted the New Year with champagne. Although I was with good friends and my goddaughter, there was still that one moment when the curse of the midnight kiss reared its ugly head and I felt the stigma of being alone, of being
single deep in my heart. And then I got caught up in the conversation and the beautiful music of Norfolk once again…
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