Christmas
My parents now own two homes, the one they live in and barely see during the week, and the one they love, down the Shore. I'm up at the north house now, riding out the storm, but we spent Christmas down at the shore house. On Christmas Eve, I commented to my parents that I had figured out what their life down the Shore is like now: it's like being in college again, only the dorm rooms are much better appointed and they can afford to buy good booze.
Case in point: after 11pm Christmas Eve services at church, some of their friends in the building held a champagne and caviar party. At which there were, I believe, two straight couples. And a whole host of faaaaaaaaaabulous gay men. And Santa in drag. In lucite heels. The champagne flowed like water and we ended up staggering up the stairs to my parents' place at 3am. Before church, we'd also been down the hall to have wine with other friends of theirs, and before THAT, we'd been down the hall for coffee and fruitcake with OTHER friends.
Also, all their friends are named Bob or Robert. There's Bob and George, Robert and Steve, Robert and Tom, and Robert and Pete. OH MY GOD TOO MANY GAY ROBERTS.
I also made out like a bandit on Christmas. I've got a huge stack of books next to my bed right now, and I got a much needed new suitcase (my faithful old rollerboard finally bit the dust, 12 years after its maiden voyage to Rome) and a Le Creuset skillet, and some nice new clothes.
Also a Darth Vader rubber spatula.
Now we're waiting out this storm, and I won't make it home to MA tomorrow, but that's alright. I'll get home Tuesday, and there will be lots of snow awaiting me there as well. These things happen.
Case in point: after 11pm Christmas Eve services at church, some of their friends in the building held a champagne and caviar party. At which there were, I believe, two straight couples. And a whole host of faaaaaaaaaabulous gay men. And Santa in drag. In lucite heels. The champagne flowed like water and we ended up staggering up the stairs to my parents' place at 3am. Before church, we'd also been down the hall to have wine with other friends of theirs, and before THAT, we'd been down the hall for coffee and fruitcake with OTHER friends.
Also, all their friends are named Bob or Robert. There's Bob and George, Robert and Steve, Robert and Tom, and Robert and Pete. OH MY GOD TOO MANY GAY ROBERTS.
I also made out like a bandit on Christmas. I've got a huge stack of books next to my bed right now, and I got a much needed new suitcase (my faithful old rollerboard finally bit the dust, 12 years after its maiden voyage to Rome) and a Le Creuset skillet, and some nice new clothes.
Also a Darth Vader rubber spatula.
Now we're waiting out this storm, and I won't make it home to MA tomorrow, but that's alright. I'll get home Tuesday, and there will be lots of snow awaiting me there as well. These things happen.