Okay, okay, fine. FEHYNE. You got me. I like Christmas.
I thought I had escaped the whole “Christmas tragedy” thing this year. I mean, no one close to me died, and lately I’ve been the one doing the heart breaking, so I assumed all was well in Stephieland. It turns out that some bad things happened to a couple of my friends, but I didn’t hear about it until the next day. So, it’s sad, but not CHRISTMAS sad.
Perhaps the only Christmas tragedy affecting me this time around was the fact that my roommate has strep throat… but then again, she hit the motherload when it comes to Christmas presents, so I think she’ll survive. Damn, Niki. And I mean Daaaaaaammn.
And as long as I continue treating my apartment like the nursery from “The Velveteen Rabbit”, I think I’ll avoid getting the plague. I’ve recently discovered that hands are kind of overrated… I can pretty much open/shut/switch on/turn/pick up everything with either my elbows or my toes. My lifelong boycott of shoes has made my feet pretty dexterous over the years. I can even write legibly.
The last day of work was hilarious… we took pictures with Santa, exchanged white elephant gifts, the whole nine yards. There is, however, a tradition of making the “newbies” sing in front of everyone. While wearing ridiculous hats. The less said about that, the better.
My parents, Grandma and I did the whole presents thing on Christmas Eve. My mom just bought a digital video camera, and she’s obsessed with filming everything for my brother and his wife, complete with commentary: “And there’s the tree and there’s Grandma and we’re all in the living room…” My mom is precious, but good lord. I played “Jingle Bells” on the harmonica and did a holiday interpretive dance to make the tape more entertaining. All in all, it was a good time. My dad gave himself a sweet Medieval mask. We are the knights who say Nee! Hee! My dad rules.
Sunday we drove out to Illinois and hung out at my Aunt’s house which, like I said, we haven’t done in years. It was the first time I’ve hung out with my cousins Tiffany and Brian since we’ve outgrown the Kids’ Table, and they’ve inherited the Party Animal Genes from my aunt and uncle, for sure. Sandy made killer margeritas, everyone loved my spinach, and Tiff’s fiancé convinced Grandma to do a shot. Needless to say, it was the best Christmas ever, and it rivaled my Thanksgiving at Tony’s as the Party of the Year.
Between rediscovering my dad’s side of the family (which includes Pammy’s EX-BOYFRIEND and lead singer of The Pubes – hands down the weirdest revelation of the year) and returning to Aunt Sandy’s for Christmas, I’ve discovered that my family is huge, funny, and full of kids my age. All of a sudden, the holidays have become as exciting as they were when I was a little kid – and this time I can drink. Yay, family! Woo!
I don’t think I’ve ever partied this much over the holidays. This may or may not have to do with the fact that Ra’s in town, and I’ve been guilt-tripped into going to bars with her practically every night. Yesterday I told her I wanted to go to Ice & Fuel a little early. So she called me at four fucking thirty, like, “We’re here!” This morning was ROUGH. *groan*
TSGoC made it to his new city safely, and he wants to plan my next visit immediately. Maybe I’ll go up there for my birthday. He LOVES to tease me about how I’m SO much younger than him (a whopping eight months), so maybe this way I won’t feel so OLD. Twenty fucking five. I have known Rachael for TWENTY YEARS. She pointed this out to her boyfriend last night, and then we cringed and cried because we are OLD. OOOOOOLLLLLDDDD.
This week is going to be insane, what with the Jersey Boys (who are coming TOMORROW!!!), the Frat Boys, Ra, Mark, and (surprise!!) Liz all in town. For the first time since I moved, I really wish that I still lived at home because they all want to stay with me, and man, that would’ve been so much fun. At least I’ll have time to see them all, as well as to introduce the friends who have never met. I’ve run in so many circles of friends over the years (I’m OOOOOLD) and I’m that friend who kind of stays in touch with everybody, and I’ve always wondered what would happen if they could all party together under the same roof. I guess we’ll find out. And presents, schmesents. Honestly, between my visiting friends and my growing family, I couldn’t ask for anything else.