The Mythical, Magical New Years Eve

The Mythical, Magical, New Year's EveI can remember it vividly as a child, I was spending the night at a friend’s house.  I was about 10 years old watching the ball drop in New York City on television.  Everything was so glamorous and magical on New Year’s Eve.  Movies only confirmed this to me as an adolescent.  If the movies were true, I would get dressed up in my little black dress, meet my one true love, and share the most perfect magical kiss at midnight.  I couldn’t wait to be old enough to enjoy my own New Year’s Eve festivities.  It was going to be legendary.

What happened in the years that followed was one giant let down, year after year.

One of the biggest New Year’s Eve’s in my life time was 1999.  Prince even wrote a song about it.  I could not wait to party like it was 1999.  I was a senior in high school and Y2K was happening.  We all just knew the world might end.  Let’s P-A-R-T-Y!  I participated in some underage drinking the week before NYE, got caught, and grounded.  My parents wouldn’t let me stay at home by myself.  I refused to attend their old people party with them (OMG the horror).  I partied in 1999 by sitting in my parents Ford Explorer outside of the party they were attending.  It was just me and a book.  FAIL.

The next year, I had my first serious boyfriend.  I was in college and my parents could no longer ground me.  We were going to P-A-R-T-Y.  I over served myself and ended up celebrating midnight by simultaneously farting and vomiting in front of my new boyfriend.  FAIL.

The next year, I had a tonsillectomy and spent the evening sleeping while on pain pills.  FAIL.

It doesn’t get any better.  Stomach bugs, surgeries, and strep throat joined me in my next few New Year’s Eves.  FAIL.  FAIL.  FAIL.  Where was the magic?  Where was that super cute guy who I would lock eyes with at 11:59?  We would run to each other, get caught in an embrace, kiss at midnight, and live happily ever after.

That never happened.

When I did meet my one true love, it wouldn’t be on New Year’s Eve.  The first time I met Oilman he had a few beers at Chili’s.  We had mutual friends and everyone was hanging out.  I was there with another guy.  My future husband was sharing jokes around the bar table that were perverted and I was appalled.  The next day, my friend told me that Oilman thought I was really cute.  I swiftly told her that while I thought he was really nice, his jokes were inappropriate, and he wasn’t my type.  We laugh about that now.  Oilman has been successful at loosening me up just a bit.  Some days he looks at me after I’ve shared my own dirty joke or stream of expletives and asks, “What have I done to my sweet wife?”

The first year he was in oil, we knew he would be working on New Year’s Eve.  I attended a party at our friend’s house by myself.  About 11:30, I decided to head on home.  I was feeling lonely and missing my loving husband.  New Year’s Eve wasn’t a celebration without him.  As I left the party and walked down the long driveway back to my car, I saw someone walking towards me.  It was dark and I couldn’t see who it was.  There was something familiar about that walk.  I felt tears forming.  It was my love, still in his diesel smelling FR’s, and work boots.  He surprised me that night and it was magical.  It was better than the stupid love story in the movies.  It was my story and it was real.

Life doesn’t always work out the way we have it planned or pictured does it?  Real life isn’t like the movies.  Real life is full of the amazing ups, devastating downs, and our boring normal routine.  Is New Year’s Eve magical?  Is it always going to be an amazing party?  Let me give an emphatic no.  Every once in a while though, you get something truly amazing and it is every bit as awesome as you would’ve imagined.

Cheers to 2015!  Enjoy a safe and happy New Year’s Eve!

About LC

Howdy! LC and her Oilman live in the ‘burbs north of Austin, TX. She is a real estate broker, but you won’t find her face on a bus bench and she doesn't drive a Cadillac. Oilman works in Texas as a Completions Consultant. Don’t worry, most people don’t know what that title means either. LC calls him frac guru, for short. She may be the only woman in America that hated both "Twilight" AND "50 Shades of Grey". Oilman and LC like wine, good music, their two dogs, and cervezas in Central America. Follow the adventures of LC and Oilman at: or on Instagram at: living_oilfield_life

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