The End Is The Beginning Is The End

The holidays of past have been rough on my psyche. Christmas I’ve posted about already, and as recently as two weeks ago. Of the three holidays towards the end of the year: Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve … For me, New Year’s Eve is more depressing than the Dark Date (Anniversary) of my mother’s death!

That’s right. You read that correctly.

I dread New Year’s Eve Parties. Again, for me, they are the worst! However, I have a suspicion that this year will be different.

Bucket List Item

ONE year I decided to ring in the New Year in another country to cross off a Bucket List Item.

My sister is my consummate partner-in-crime so I grumbled that I wanted to do this. She suggested Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada would be satisfactory for ‘another country’.

I readily agreed!

We planned out the evening, bounced out to execute. The Barcelona Nightclub was still in business and hosting a New Year’s Eve Party! The Howard Johnson was literally next door so we booked the one night there. That way we could drink and be merry without fear of driving.

WCP wanted to ensure that I had a grand time so she packed supplies for hotel pre-gaming. This time it wasn’t Captain Morgan but Sailor Jerry which if memory serves packs more of a punch.

We arrived in time to check in, pregame, dress up for the club, and roll in. At first it was slow but the party did pick up! I had no one to dance with, and after enough alcohol trips to our hotel room, it didn’t matter to me.

Then midnight starts to creep in … and the time-honored tradition of kissing your date while Auld Lang Syne played loudly. I’ve never had a person that I wanted to kiss at midnight. While WCP and I were able to accomplishment, and cross off this Bucket List Item … I was still unsatisfied about the evening.