Dec 23, 2004 23:35
Tomorrow is the first time that I'll be some place other than my home for Christmas Eve. My employer (the one that isn't a Weasley) isn't letting me out until ten o'clock when he's closing shop. As if people will need porcelain figurines at ten o'clock at night on Christmas Eve with a stick of incense to compliment the piece.
This is the part of the page where I ask if any of my darling school friends will be up for a late Christmas celebration of sorts tomorrow night when I'm finally released from my place of enslavement. It doesn't matter if you don't actually celebrate the sodding holiday, I just feel very odd being alone and you can't very well run home. Next thing you know, it'll be a lot of 'you should have gone to university' rubbish and I can't afford to get liquoured up (the only way to put up with such talk) until next week and the new year when the alcohol flows abundantly.
Perhaps a 'please' will help?