It's time to be nice to all the people you can't stand all year
The Christmas Season is now in full effect. Last year wasn't so cheery, if you'll recall. What a difference a year makes. I can't even believe that was me. Who was I?
Holiday cheer has officially arrived. I procured two bottles from a local spirits dealer; let's see if they last the week.
My shopping is pretty much done, as I see it. Now to endure the ordeal of keeping my mouth shut about the gifts for three weeks.
Holiday plans?
Alicia and I will be headed to Milwaukee the week before Christmas, for a few days. She's kind of anxious about that, but my mom already likes the fact that Alicia knits, crochets, cooks, and balances a Master's program in between juggling my tempestuous mood swings, so that's enough approval points right off the bat.
I'm working Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, which is no big deal, really. Eve and Day lose their magic when you don't have little kids to fuel the mood. I'd be happy to spend the non-working portion of those days with Alicia and her family, if need be.
New Year's Eve, I opted out of Bunny's Scottsdale invite, if only because I will be...once again...tending bar. New Year's Eve should be the money maker though, and I never quite got the hang of New Year's anyway.
December 11th, 2005 (03:31 am)
I don't want to go out. I don't want to see shiny, happy people kissing and holding hands and being happy to celebrate another calender year of mediocrity while I wander alone in this alien environment.
Not much has changed since then. I can rewrite it as:
I don't mind working. I want to see shiny, happy people kissing and holding hands and being happy to celebrate another calender year of mediocrity while they hand me money in every sort of denomination.
Holiday cheer has officially arrived. I procured two bottles from a local spirits dealer; let's see if they last the week.
My shopping is pretty much done, as I see it. Now to endure the ordeal of keeping my mouth shut about the gifts for three weeks.
Holiday plans?
Alicia and I will be headed to Milwaukee the week before Christmas, for a few days. She's kind of anxious about that, but my mom already likes the fact that Alicia knits, crochets, cooks, and balances a Master's program in between juggling my tempestuous mood swings, so that's enough approval points right off the bat.
I'm working Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, which is no big deal, really. Eve and Day lose their magic when you don't have little kids to fuel the mood. I'd be happy to spend the non-working portion of those days with Alicia and her family, if need be.
New Year's Eve, I opted out of Bunny's Scottsdale invite, if only because I will be...once again...tending bar. New Year's Eve should be the money maker though, and I never quite got the hang of New Year's anyway.
December 11th, 2005 (03:31 am)
I don't want to go out. I don't want to see shiny, happy people kissing and holding hands and being happy to celebrate another calender year of mediocrity while I wander alone in this alien environment.
Not much has changed since then. I can rewrite it as:
I don't mind working. I want to see shiny, happy people kissing and holding hands and being happy to celebrate another calender year of mediocrity while they hand me money in every sort of denomination.