everything i know about boxing day, i learned from that one MASH episode
For the three or four of you out there who are actually working on Friday, December 26th - is it as dead where you are as it is here? I think the phone has rung roughly six times since I got here this morning, and all but one of the calls were internal. I'm glad that I'm getting paid to do nothing, but still…I wish I could do this in jammies while watching The Wire or something.
While I typed that last sentence, the phone rang again, but it was a wrong number.
Christmas Day rocked mightily. Dennis - my sister Julie's beau of the last eight months or so - hosted an awesome dinner at his condo in Danvers. We were also joined by my other sister Karen and her husband Peter. Dennis' sister, Noreen, was there as well. Dennis cooked a standing rib roast that was roughly the size of a Hyundai. There was also tons of really good wine. And we laughed a lot and opened presents. Peter is apparently terrified of heights, so Dennis' 14th floor apartment didn't sit well with him at first - especially the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows - to the extent that he wouldn't even step out of the kitchen. But Dennis managed coax him out with some anti-anxiety meds, and soon enough, Peter was not only comfortable in other rooms of the house, he even sauntered out onto the deck. I think he was a bit stoned. Holidays!
Liza's grandparents got us an obscenely large Target gift card, which we already put a small dent in earlier this week, and plan to finish off this weekend. I'd love to squeeze in some end-of-the-year blogging regarding books I've read and music I've heard, so look for that in the very near future, perhaps. I read 32 books this year, which is a new record, and while quality is more important than quantity, I can back that up by saying that my reading habits are getting more and more eclectic. This year: three Vonneguts and a Pynchon? WTF? Where is Chris and what have you done with him? Don’t worry, there's also plenty of Kellerman and Connelly in there, too. I can also tell you without a doubt that the best album of the year - in my humble opinion - is Girl Talk's Feed the Animals. There isn't a single other album that came out in 2008 that blasted out of my iPod on a more frequent basis. But that's another post for another time - stay tuned.
