Today is December 12, 2012 or, more succinctly — 12-12-12 — or, more elaborately, “Twelve, Twelve, Twelve.” I love it when calendrical numbers unify like that and create a grander meaning together than they do apart. I haven’t felt this delighted since, well, the wondrous double November whammy way back in aught ’11: 11-11-11 and 11-1-11 ten days before that.
I’m not the only one obsessing over 12-12-12 — which reads in my mind as “1-212” repeating ad infinitum, that eerily, and doubly, reflects my latest 212 Area Code phone number purchase two days ago — but today is also a big day for weddings:
They are among the thousands of couples expected to declare their vows of everlasting love in Las Vegas on Wednesday, Dec. 12 — the last such triple-date likely to occur in their lifetimes.
Many couples consider it lucky to get married on such a propitious date; there was an especially large crush on 07-07-07, which broke Las Vegas records, and 10-10-10 and 11-11-11. During the four-day periods leading up to those dates, Clark County, which includes Las Vegas, issued licenses to 4,333; 3,090; and 3,342 couples. The total for an average month would be about 7,500.
Growing up, 12 was always my favorite number. I have no idea why. Most kids had a single digit as their lucky number. Mine was 12 and I have the sense that number has served me well across the lingering arc of my lifetime even though I can’t think of any particular benefit I can name, other than the calming, if infrequent, invocation of my mantra: “When it doubt, pick twelve!” The fact that 12 is rarely an option to choose in most “pick a number” events really does pare down the availability of actually ever employing my lucky number in a real life situation.
Is there a number has served you well over the years? I don’t play the lottery and I don’t frequent casinos, so favoring one number over another doesn’t appear to have any quantifiable imprint on my life.
I do sort of feel an absolute longing for 01-01-2101 — the next time the calendar plays into our numeric favor — only because I’ll surely miss its arrival in 89 years.