Wednesday, December 31, 2014

I'll See You Next Year in Nineteen Minutes

Happy New Year!

Okay, so it's thirty-four minutes until midnight, but I'm not sure I'm going to be up that late. I'm just a little tired and not a bit tipsy. I didn't even overeat, so I can't blame that either.

Maybe I'm getting old, but those people at nine pm who we watched at Times Square seemed like they were in for a long night. If I'd been there, I might have cheered at midnight, but then I'd have been wondering how long before I could crawl into my nice cozy bed. I love my nice cozy bed. I might have been there with them when I was in my twenties, but thirty years later, not so much. Right now, I'm supposed to be thinking of bringing up a mattress for Nick's sleepover, but I'm more intent on how soon I can call it good and go to bed. I'm kind of trying to make it for those last minutes of 2014, but only for the magic kiss. You know, the magic kiss. I usually like to get my kiss and then go out onto the back deck and bang a pot or blow off any fireworks we have leftover from the Fourth of July, but not this year. The kiss will do. And it has to be Mike or it won't do.

Is it sad that I just want to snuggle up on the couch and watch the fireworks on TV and have someone, Mike, kiss me and wake me up so I can go into bed? Is it sad that we went to a friend's house for a party and all of us were done at 10:30? We cheered when the ball dropped at Times Square at nine. Then the hostess popped some party food into the oven and all the while I was wondering how long before we could politely leave. It was made a little easier that her son was coming back here for a sleepover, so we just had to leave at some point so the boys could get situated on the new video game player.

Oh hell, twenty-three minutes to go and I'm done, kaput, finis. My year is over. I can get a kiss before I fall asleep and I'll get a kiss when I wake up, but will either of them be the magic kiss? No?

I just might be putting a hex on my entire year if I can't make it those next twenty-one minutes, such long minutes. Only twenty more to go. Can't I just celebrate the New Year for somewhere over Wyoming? Can't I?

Nineteen minutes to go.

See you next year, jb

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