Why New Years Eve became a train wreck and I loved every minute of it.

I'll admit it, I'm a control freak.  I also have a punctuality problem.  Not meaning that I'm ever late but if I am running late it gives me horrible anxiety.  In the sort of way that I have in the past dragged my HTB (husband to be) behind me like a child while I storm through crowds.  Clearly this has resulted in an argument where he pointed out that I am psychotic.

This year on New Years Eve, while we were wrapped up in the ambience and excitement of it all we decided to bar hop at approximately 11:30.  

After walking several blocks to our destination and seeing a line around the block I went in to immediate panic mode.  I did my usual “walk faster than everyone in 4 inch heels model stomp mode with my crazy long legs that make me a crazy speeding drunken pissed off giant”  

After retreating back to the bar that we had just bailed on, we soon realized there was also a last minute line of people trying to get in before midnight.  While myself and the other couple I was with stood in line, I caught Aaron out of the corner of my eye as he had some how snuck in the back gate of this bar leaving me outside.  Somehow this didn’t bother me because I just wish I would have done the same.  After staring at my phone to check the time every 25 seconds I started to panic when I saw the time read 11:59.

            (SHIT!   I’m not going to be able to get my kiss to start out the year that we’re getting married.                             SHHHIIIIIIITTTT!!!!!)

I heard the dreaded New Years countdown start and I bolted from the line, ran up to the back of the bar, jumped the fence in a very inappropriate mini skirt, grabbed Aaron and got my New Years kiss. 

In what I can only refer to is a moment straight out of the Jersey Shore, the bouncer tore us apart told us to get out and tossed Aaron’s beer on the ground.  Although Aaron and I left that bar in a ridiculous outburst of profanities and middle fingers, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

As stupid as it sounds this is probably a story that I will tell my kids.  Because although looking like a drunk idiot is never anything to be proud of, I will always remember that on the first moments of 2012, there was nothing that was going to stop me from getting to the man I’m about to spend the rest of my life with.

When times get tough in our marriage I’m going to look back fondly on that moment, and remember that ridiculous portrayal of dedication to him.

But maybe next year… when we're an old married couple.. we’ll take it down a few notches.  ;)