the famille is right now other than meg (i tried phoning mummers to
tell her good night, but i guess i distracted her from sizzlechest or
something, cos she started in with the 'i love you so much, thank you
for such a fun thanksgiving, this was a great idea, blah, blah,
blah...', then stopped and asked, 'is this meg? ...or ancodia, or
lorelai [my mackerel snapper SiL who is destined to be very bored this
holiday weekend]?'; i just said, 'omfg' and hung up on her. i mean,
we'd just been sat next to each other for over two hours, and on top
of that, it's not like she didn't give birth to me, or could maybe
read caller id), but i am getting ready for a nap before some serious
freaking shopping. in a way i miss thanksgiving at amelia's, but she
is all moved back to minneapolis, and i suppose that i am
better-suited to this rootless, anti-traditional holiday thing,
anyway. one cannot fight one's nature for long, i guess.
i finally decided to leave my table because, aside from the fact that
i need sleep to shop, there was a very handsome guy at my table, and
because i am ovulating, i kept being nice to him, which is *such* a
stupid way to play. in fairness, he was playing 'nice' as well, but
that is just a bad habit waiting to happen; i should know better than
to play when i am ovulating. :-) sigh. or i should just man up and
ask for a date. :-)
butsoanyway, i do not know about the rest of the famille, but as for
me, i ate way too much bavette-style marinated flank steak (zomg,
awesomely good!), and am now comfy in my room; it is freezing (open
windows...there's a crazy woman on 8...me!), and i have found the
local radio station that has my nemesis -- delilah -- on teh clockety
radio so i have xmas music, and i am one happy agnostic half-jew
freethinking philosophical lhp-er, let me tell you. i might be a tich
happier if i had taken a swipe at the cute guy downstairs (the magic
eight ball in my head tells me i would have been successful),
but...eh. he might have cooties, or a girlfriend about whom he was
fibbing (he made quite certain that i received the message that he was
tres-way single).
not that men lie, or anything. nah.
i would have brought harry and cindy, but i have already laid out too
much for them this week to be footing (at the very least) the majority
of airfare and hotelling, plus both have to work tomorrow, and also
had dinner plans with a very bizarre friend of cindy's (she works for
a pornography company -- no, not as 'talent'). they seem to be doing
ok; perhaps next year, cos harry is almost family, practically, and i
did spend close to ten hours with cindy on monday and my brain did not
explode. that's promising.
i should check my black friday websites to make sure that i have all
my ducks in a row and no last-minute announcements have happened,
but...i am comfortable, and so i am going to get a little mavericky
here and not fire up the lappy 486.
g'night
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