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Party Like It’s Not 2020

Momservation: I think Prince got his dates mixed up. The big party isn’t 1999. It’s going to be 2021. So get your vaccine so we can hurry up and light this place up.

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I think we can all agree, this is not how we wanted it to end.

This year, 2020, that was supposed to be so amazing.

All the major holidays were falling perfectly on the calendar landing in three day weekends when we could party like rock stars and then have a day to recover. I mean holy guacamole! Cinco de Mayo was on Taco Tuesday—the stars were aligned (we thought) for a perfect year.

We had epic trips planned, concert tickets bought, Senior years, graduations, and weddings to celebrate! We had grandparents to hug, friends to hang out with, and family we still talked to because we weren’t drawing lines between red and blue, mask or no mask.

We were spending our hard-earned money (because we had jobs) on fun things like going to bars and restaurants, walking right in any door and shopping in an actual store, and going to the movies. We didn’t give a second thought about if we had enough toilet paper, 409 or Clorox Wipes.

Oh BottleRock and Stagecoach, I can’t wait for you again!

We were packed elbow to elbow at music festivals, to cheer on our kids, and to root with 60,000 other people for our favorite sports teams. We licked our fingers after a juicy bite and in the produce section to get those darn bags open for fruits and vegetables.

Our kids went to school and got well-rounded with personal interactions with teachers, friends, teammates, coaches and advisors. There were rallies, dances, games, band concerts, drama performances, clubs and just bumping into each other in the hall that kids were meant to talk about with nostalgia for the rest of their lives.

There were new experiences and rights-of-passage we had always looked forward to waiting to happen: Opening Day, freshmen year in high school and college, Homecomings and Proms, kids going off to college and getting to live in the dorms and parents Empty Nesting, baby showers and wedding showers, Spring Break, and the DMV being open to take your driving test and get your driver’s license.

And being a doctor, nurse, hospital staff, food industry worker, and package deliverer… was just a job you didn’t have to worry was going to cost you your life on a daily basis.

Being essential meant you would still be here for your family and friends—not one of over 300,000 we would lose in 2020, unaware that we should have hugged you longer, visited more often, called more frequently, and could remember the last time we said, “I love you,” and “I have been blessed to have you in my life,” or “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

So yeah, 2020 not how we pictured it going down.

But I think we can all agree, it was the lesson we all needed to slow down, reprioritize, and appreciate all the good things that would have made it a hell of a 2020.

So let’s go into 2021 with our brand new perspectives and values courtesy of that Corona b**ch. (Obviously, still having some lingering resentment I’m working on.)

Let’s start by bowing our heads to those we lost to Covid-19. Then let’s give a world-wide round of applause and big, wet, kiss (when it’s safe to do so) to the vaccine scientists, makers and distributors—the ones stuck doing the group project while the other yahoos went out and played—they are the ones giving us the happy ending we’ve been desperate for.

Because I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to party like it’s any year but 2020.

#Pandemic2020  #2021Reset  #Roaring20sAreBack

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