It was the turn of the century – Y2K and all that jazz. Kendall threw a “Pop Party.” This so-called pop party had only one price for admission – bring pop-something. Popcorn. Popsicles. Pop Rocks. You name it.
We quite literally partied like it was 1999 – for only a few more, short minutes. Everybody who is anybody was going to be there and my best friend had explained to me this kissing tradition I had never heard of before.
I was about to turn 16 years old, which meant by law (almost literally around here) I was going to be allowed to date. The idea of finding that somebody I would spend the rest of my life with during a New Year’s kiss? Best. Idea. Ever. #SoSixteen