Holidays

[bethormsby]

Yeah, so, its like 10 days til Christmas Eve. Its my first Christmas with my husband, it should be a happy time, right? Why am i feelin more n more depressed everyday? I want to go home. Christmas Eve is a hella party back home. 25 of us crammed into mom's house. 4 generations eating, drinking, playing, laughing...well, you get the idea. This year, its down to 4. Colin, his son, his mum, n me. There is no snow but its so freakin cold, I seriously think wintering back in PA would be like the tropics. Its dark outside longer than its light. I volunteered to work the bar on Christmas Day. Im also working Christmas Eve as thats just how my schedule falls. I wont be with family, but hopefully there will be a lot of people spreading Christmas cheer. Or at least getting pissed (Brit version of annihilated) so I can laugh at them. I love my job. Im the "crazy American". Not too bad a description, definitely not far off the mark anyway. The regulars think Im great. Of course, its "the lads and the lass" that are great. Hardcore group of regulars, pensioners, that come in every night or nearly every night. I know what each one drinks, and how each one likes his/her drink poured. Back on this Christmas thing....Colin and I went out shopping last weekend. We (me) bought 2 trees, a 4 footer n a 3 footer, lights, tinsel, ornaments....the works. 2 complaints...1) they dont sell the lil metal hooks over here, they expect you to hang baubles (they are fuckin ORNAMENTS) with this thread shit that you have to hand-tie which is so totally not fun. 2) they dont have pretty blinky star treetoppers. That might be a nitpicky complaint but so what. 
Anyway, I think Ive gone on enough. What an enchanting first blog....a depressing rant...
xx
Beth