But Baby It's Cold Outside
It's a quiet, windy Christmas Eve; with the parents in Phoenix, and Alexis having the car for the afternoon and evening, I'm sitting in a very quiet house, SciFi's Tin Man on as background noise, making soup and keeping very silent. Most everyone is with family right now, and while some calls have been made about, it looks like my Christmas eve is slated for a night on my own.
Not that I particularly care; after all, as Jewish tradition dictates, Christmas is the occassion for Chinese food and newly released cinema. And having spent the day walking the four corners of Studio City on foot, a little downtime is always nice. (That said, note to the City of Los Angeles: Make sure sidewalks make it across the entirety of the block. Walking in the street with traffic is a little sketch.)(Double note to the Hunan and Sichuan restaurants of Studio City/Valley Village: Why are you all closed during the highest-grossing period of your financial year? You make no sense.)
That said, it feels wierd spending the entire day alone. I find I'm comfortable with a few days down from heavy social interaction -- everyone needs a few days off from people now and again -- but I know at the end of the day I usually have people around, friends to meet up with or plans to partake. Not so tonight. A few phone calls and messages do me some good, but nothing makes up for solid face-to-face time with friends and family. Something I'm decidedly not getting a lot of this holiday season.
All the more reason I should get outta the house -- I think sticking around here for the last two hours has made me a little paranoid. Getting out and about will probably do me some good.
Not that I particularly care; after all, as Jewish tradition dictates, Christmas is the occassion for Chinese food and newly released cinema. And having spent the day walking the four corners of Studio City on foot, a little downtime is always nice. (That said, note to the City of Los Angeles: Make sure sidewalks make it across the entirety of the block. Walking in the street with traffic is a little sketch.)(Double note to the Hunan and Sichuan restaurants of Studio City/Valley Village: Why are you all closed during the highest-grossing period of your financial year? You make no sense.)
That said, it feels wierd spending the entire day alone. I find I'm comfortable with a few days down from heavy social interaction -- everyone needs a few days off from people now and again -- but I know at the end of the day I usually have people around, friends to meet up with or plans to partake. Not so tonight. A few phone calls and messages do me some good, but nothing makes up for solid face-to-face time with friends and family. Something I'm decidedly not getting a lot of this holiday season.
All the more reason I should get outta the house -- I think sticking around here for the last two hours has made me a little paranoid. Getting out and about will probably do me some good.