New Year's and a towel rack…

Trevor and I spent New Year’s Eve at a party hosted by Trevor’s mother and her husband. It was a lot of fun. There were about 30 to 40 people there, of which Trevor and I were the youngest by (at least) two or three decades.

Despite the fact that we were very much junior to the rest of the crowd, Trevor had a particularly hard time making it to midnight. The older folks were all bright-eyed with excitement and anticipation for the New Year (as well as tipsy, I’m sure, from an evening of red wine, champagne and caramel-coated brie). Not my man, however. If 60 is the new 30, than Trevor must be 85.

True to form, Trevor welcomed 2007 with a yawn, a kiss (for me), a blinky-eyed smile and the words, “Ready to go now?”

I didn’t mind, though. After all, it was after midnight and Trevor’s compulsive yawning was becoming contagious.

So, I began the process of saying our “goodbyes” while Trevor ran ahead to claim my purse in the master bedroom.

I had just finished thanking Trevor’s mom for the wonderful evening, when I noticed Trevor trying to get my attention out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought he was motioning for me to wind up the conversation with his mother, but then I realized how excited he seemed to be about something. He was literately bouncing with anticipation (if he was a little kid he would have been pulling on my pant leg). This was definitely an interesting development - seeing as though Trevor had been about three seconds away from falling asleep standing up when I saw him just moments before.

“What’s the matter,” I asked?

“You need to see this! It’s awesome,” exclaimed Trevor!

“Alright. What is it?”

“You’ll see. Come with me.”

I followed Trevor into the master bedroom and watched as he eagerly pointed at the so-called “awesome” item in question.

“What,” I inquired?

“This,” he said and pointed at it again.

“It’s a towel rack.”

“Yeah, I know! Isn’t it great?! Wait! There’s more!”

“Okay…”

“Touch it.”

“It’s a heated towel rack.”

“How awesome is THAT?!”

“I dunno’, Trev. Pretty awesome, I guess?”

“You don’t sound too excited.”

“Well, I have a heated towel rack, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but is it made out of wood?!”

Yes, that’s right. My boyfriend could care less about the start of a new year, but goes bananas over a heated, WOODEN towel rack. That, my friends, is what they call, “unique”.