It’s December 1st,* which means it’s time for that beloved holiday survival game:
The rules are simple:
- The objective is to go as long as possible without hearing WHAM’s Christmas classic, “Last Christmas.”
- The game starts on December 1st, and ends at midnight on December 24th.
- Only the original version applies. Enjoy the ?#!$&%! out of remixes and covers.
- You’re out as soon as you recognize the song.
Now, you might remember me mentioning that I have a lot of CDs. (Like: a LOT.) As such, I think that no one will be especially surprised to hear that I also have a healthy number of holiday CDs.
So I usually go into each annual round of Whamageddon with a decent advantage, because I’m going to spend a lot of my time listening to my own collection of holiday music. Which means I can consciously program around that track for as long as I have other CDs to listen to.**
The main Whamageddon risks to me are when I’m out in the world where every store, restaurant and gas station has their own holiday playlist going.
Which is why I thought I had it sewn up for 2020.
Instead, I achieved Whamageddon at 2:58 PM, eastern standard time.
So what went wrong?
I hadn’t counted on the working-from-home factor.
I mean, a lot of the time I play my iTunes when I’m working on stuff, so to some degree I was counting on my usual ability to program around Wham! for a while. In fact, one of the perks of working at home during COVID has been my ability to have my music going during times I’m working on solo stuff—that’s a lot harder to do in Ye Old Cubicle Farm. The ability to play music for a couple more hours every day meant I was feeling pretty damn good about my odds of getting through all my holiday CDs by New Years. This past year, I think it took me till January 10th.***
And, obviously, I wasn’t nearly as worried about the chance of getting Whammed! out in the world. Cos I haven’t been out “in the wild” very much these past months, and I plan to be out and about even LESS, given the inevitable post-Thanksgiving COVID surges heading our way.
So I’d sort of counted on the work-from-home factor.
What I hadn’t counted on was the way Mr. Mezzo listens to Pandora and the Xfinity music channels during work. Normally, I can’t hear his tunes, because I’ve got my own playlist going on my computer. But this afternoon, I had only a few minutes between meetings, so I didn’t bother to start the iTunes. And I was tap-tapping away on my laptop, and grooving to the song from the other room, and then I clocked into what song it was.
So I’m out of the game faster than I ever have been before. Damn 2020.
Still, I can only hope that this is the worst thing to happen to me all month. In the meantime, I will spend the remainder of December toasting to others’ success in this game from the afterlife of Whamhalla.
* I am of two minds here: 1) How the hell did December come so fast?!? 2) Thank Gaia it’s finally here ‘cos 2020 has lasted about a century or so….
** Which, as already established, is a long darn time.
*** A LOT of CDs.