Please allow me to get all Jesus-y here for a second.
As we celebrate the birth of the Christ child (or whatever variation your particular religious faith has adapted from Pagan winter solstice celebrations), I realize I’m in my ‘Jesus year.’ Yes, kiddies, daddy has reached the ripe young age of 33.
Let me stop right here and disabuse you of the notion that I am comparing myself to Jesus Christ. Far from it, actually. I am not the son of God. I have never changed water into wine (the other way around, maybe). When I die, however tragic it may end up being, I strongly doubt it will absolve anybody of their sins. But I am the same age, which is the only significance I’m getting at here.
Over the years, I have noticed that the older I get, the less I want. As a kid, there was always a new Ken doll or chemistry set I had to have. But as I age, my desire for stuff has somehow subsided and has been replaced by a genuine desire to see others get what they want/need/deserve. It brings me joy.
It is in that vein that I offer y’all this year’s Nightspots gift guide, ‘Nightspots’ Favorite Things.’ May you all get what you like. And if you’re not sure what you like, take a hint from any one of the wonderfully witty ladies and gentlemen who agreed to participate in this issue.
And here’s a tip from ol’ Kirk.
If you want to make me happy (as so many of you have drunkenly offered of late) stop in to Jackhammer and donate to defray the medical costs of one of our favorite Jackhammerers, George Stowell. Seems George isn’t doing too well (and that’s really all the info I have) and he needs our help. So maybe buy one less Sex and the City DVD or one less mochafrappasuckacino at Starbucks and sling some green to a cause that matters. You’d be making a lot of people very happy.
And yourself, too, I would hope.
kirk@windycitytimes.com