Honeymoon On Hogmanay

We went to romantic Scotland for our honeymoon on Hogmanay Had no idea it was a rather special brunette-only-welcome kind of day My husband tried to go into the lobby of the bed and breakfast twice. He is Dane, and blonde, so they barred the door not twice, but thrice. What is going on? I asked him, when he came back to bed, all mad. No idea, he said, but they would not let me in. He acted kind of sad. They kept yelling Hogmanay, and I have no idea what that means. I ran down to find out, I was met with shrieks, whistles and screams. Retrieved guidebook and looked up Hogmanay to see what I could see. Superstition says day after December 31st your next visitor should be A male with brunette hair, if you want to have any kind of luck. We had chosen Scotland during Hogmanay. I had to say “Oh, Fruck!”