Monthly Archives: December 2009
I’m not a big Christmas celebrator. My only concession to that esteemed, but badly misused holiday is dinner with Allen’s (my husband) family on the 24th. Usually attending Allen’s are mom, Pat; stepdad, Don; sister, Vicky; and maybe a niece or two. It’s usually nice, quiet, and congenial, especially because Don has a quirky sense of humor that matches mine and he breaks out the Johnny Walker—something I indulge in only once a year.
I’m an ex-lush. Had enough of “party hearty” in my twenties. Then it wasn’t a successful evening out unless I spent the rest of the night riding the porcelain bus. BLAAAGHGH. What can I say? It was the 1970s. I’m an ex-hippy turned cool party dudess, turned, I don’t know what, maybe eccentric old lady?
But I digress. . . . Continue reading