Auld Lang Syne, or "Make Your Own Luck"

The new year had begun! And lo, it was good.

Or so he thought as he leaned up against the bar, sipping a drink he could no longer taste. Like all the greatly dreaded things in life December 31st rolled around again, and like that long-abandoned high school acquaintance who just MUST shake your hand when you’re spotted ten years later, it approached with a stupid grin and determination to make you see it out.

Like most any other year, it had been a date high on anticipation and low on plans. The usual hosts planned the usual parties, and with clockwork precision had them decimated by events both unforeseen and blatant. Either way, he was at a loose end, and when the invite to tag along with the band came along, he figured he could do worse. And that’s how he came to be holding up the bar with his sheer force of will, and staring down the ice-cubes in his glass.

A while back he’d heard that the way you spend New Year’s Eve dictates the fashion in which you will live the next year. Obviously this is not 100% proof, otherwise you’d find a fair percentage of the population staggering around blind drunk and shouting a countdown at midnight every night. But he could definitely see an element of truth to it. If you spend your New Year’s Eve in a funk, on your own, drinking from a bottle…chances are you are going to have a bitter angry time that cannot help but permeate your year. This isn’t because of some mystic ruling, but more because you are a depressed/depressing individual. Far from railing on depressed/lonely people, he felt this was a strong point to arrive at, and unfortunately they were the first minority to fit the bill. His apologies, salut.

With empty glass in hand, and a fresh one on the way, he took stock of the night. It was only 11pm, the band had deftly added him to their line of credit, and he was making it worth his while. Reflecting on his abrupt analysis of New Year’s, he decided to take fate by the horns, and wrangle it into the direction of his choosing. Another liquid sip of no taste, and he was off: no longer Bar Patron #37, he was now a force of nature, pure charisma in a tasteful shirt. He moved from group to group, working the room, with a smile here, a quick word to a passing acquaintance there. It was soon approaching midnight, he was on the wrong side of the room with an empty glass. But that’s okay, the ringlet-laden blonde was more than happy to buy the next one.

The night wore on, fireworks marked the hour and the band blazed on through further sets of musical accomplishment. His charm was beginning to fade, a sure symptom of the continuous alcohol, leading to a brief panic as the true shyness surfaced. Like a true professional the show went on, flagging personality notwithstanding, until the night wrapped up with an extended bout of musical accomplishment topped with border-line destruction of equipment. And then, gear stowed, there was two of them.

To retire at this point felt like a truly un-rock and roll move, and so they partied on. Driving through the dark of the new year’s early morning, they raced against the rising dawn, and finally retreated to a darkened lounge like a pair of vampires high on the sound of backbeats and three-chord progressions. Whispering for no good reason in an empty house, they prepared for the ensuing antics – would it be drinking games, or trying to outdo one another with outrageous and invariably false stories of prowess and conquest? Collapsing with mixed drinks in hand, they consider this next move – 80’s Schwarzenegger in the background chewing up scenery and dialogue, various bad ideas being bantered between the two lounge lizards. But sadly, it all came for naught as fatigue crept in, and gently subdued them both with tricks both shady and calming.

If your New Year truly guides the coming twelve months, he was going to do all right.

Auld Lang Syne, or "Make Your Own Luck"

Nick D

Joined August 2008

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Slightly autobiographical, slightly embellished – I’ll let you guess. Definitely reflecting on a positive experience.

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