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2016-01-07

'Islands in the Stream'

Mikie Baker

Just when I thought that New Year's Eve wasn't fun anymore, I found myself in the middle of one of the best ones I've had in a while. I guess it's all about your perspective and how you'd like your new year to be.
At my age, I'm not too old to go out and stay up past midnight, but I am too scared. The advent of DWI and the thought of a night in a cell have led me to be a cautious woman on this holiday. So staying home with microwaved appetizers and the East Coast ball that drops at 11 pm has been my mainstay.
But this year I threw all caution to the wind and went out.
I have a girlfriend I call Scottish Talking Woman. She's from Scotland and even though she hasn't lived in Scotland in almost 50 years, her accent is still strong. That, combined with her red hair, makes her a favorite with any man within earshot. No matter what comes out of her mouth, it invariably sounds better because of that Scottish accent.
STW runs a local resort that includes cabins and RV hookups. This time of year, the cabins are mostly empty but the RV Park is full of Winter Texans - those Northern types who need to get away from the cold and want to eat Tex-Mex for breakfast. And, evidently, this crowd likes to bring in the New Year right.
Scottish Talking Woman called and said, "Why don't you come up here for New Year's Eve? We've got a great party planned with food and Karaoke singing. If you have too much celebrating, there's even an extra cabin here so you don't have to drive." And her Scottish accent convinced me I was in for a great party.
The wild New Year's Eve party started at 8:30 so that even the "early sleepers" could have some fun, too. When I arrived about 8:35, the party was in full swing. There were white lights strung up everywhere, a table full of party favors and an entire kitchen filled with crackers, cheese and Beanie Weenies. Plus the Karaoke machine was playing loudly.
Scottish accent or not, one of my least favorite things in the world is handing a microphone to somebody who can't sing. I guess it's because this former disc jockey was taught that when you turned a microphone on, you'd better have something to say and say it well. Not so with a Karaoke mic. People that can't carry a tune suddenly turn into self-made Rock Stars. But worse than that, they sing really bad songs.
On this particular evening, I watched the 65-plus crowd line dance, do the Twist and sing unmemorable '80s songs. That was lots of fun. But then came the duo that performed the much-maligned and always-hated (by me) "Islands in the Stream." If Kenny and Dolly had heard this rendition, they would have given back their Grammies.
About the time that they were approaching the second chorus, I looked over to one of the large, white walls in the Rec Room. There stretched across the wall was a giant Happy New Year banner. Underneath were the numbers 2016 and, number by number, they were all heading downhill. Obviously whoever decorated, was not expecting a very good year.
After spending the evening line dancing to old Eddie Rabbit songs at an RV park, I figure starting today this year's going to be all uphill for me.