I wasn’t supposed to have time today to get these, but one of my bosses (who is also my awesome friend) demanded that I leave work with her and enjoy trying on my damn dresses, deadlines be damned.
So, under the guise of running errands for work – I present to you….
Fluffy white tulle and Terry.
(I need alterations, stat!! You can easily see where they’re too big!)
I love this holiday. I love getting together with my entire family (the 9 of us) and listening to the old Jackson 5 Christmas reel to reel and watching old family videos and eating tamales and bbq and opening a gazillion presents and the Cowboys game and playing poker and drinking margaritas until we’re laughing so hard we’re crying.
This year my love joined us (him + sister’s ex inlaws = 12 this year) and had himself an old fashioned Mexican Christmas. He brought the Christmas Pudding (totally fruit cake) and gargantuan poinsettia and massive gift basket for Mom and gifts for the girls and we showed him just how many tamales it was safe to eat in one sitting. He’s awesome. My family just loves him to pieces. Even my ex brother in law’s parents (who spend xmas with us, irregardless of their son no longer being family) love him. And who wouldn’t? He’s done everything in his power to make the suck part of the last couple of weeks almost non-existent. (I’ll get to posting about the suck part soon enough.)
As for my love, I got him an hour 4 hand massage and full body dry brush. Yep. 2 therapists for one hour of drooling bliss. That, and some English food stuffs and cds. He, via Santa, got me a bad ass iPod (one of the Red ones that give a portion of profits to AIDS research) engraved with “Blame it on the Bossa Nova…” (cause he rocks), the new Tori Amos Box Set (which I burned to said iPod today), the X-men trilogy, amazing japanese incense, full home spa kit, bath salts and a Suduko pen. Spoils me, he does.
And Santa, via my family, finally got me a sewing machine. I say finally, because I’ve been asking for one for years and my mom has always said no and spouted off some old spinster superstition. This year they all went in and got an awesome one. Tomorrow I’m meeting my sisters for a sewing session. We’re making curtains and I’m going to try not to sew my finger into it. The parents also got me the Tori Amos box set. And my sister and I got one for my niece. Lots of Tori box sets under the tree this year. Make up and candles and panties and socks and clothes and lip gloss. Do they know me or what?
I’m back in Austin now. We watched X-Men and got Chinese takeout and snuggled up on the couch. He’s been at my house for 2 days and we’re not allowed PDA in the parent’s house (yeah, yeah, I’m 30 and could technically do what I want, but it’s about respect for my Father, yo!) soooooo it feels like weeks since we’ve been able to get all snuggified. I’m enjoying it.
Actually, I’m going to go enjoy more of it now.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I’ll be thinking about you come new year. (And don’t forget – 007 party for the new years!)
God bless Sundays.
Last night was the Sagittarius wig party at the Peacock and Mer’s annual 50’s xmas party. Both had too many whiskeys on deck and were way too much fun. I love random wig nights and tap dancers and macaroni and cheese. I could have done without the jam band though. If I never hear a jam band again, it will be too soon. Anyway – there was much merriment and catching up and amusing anecdotes corner to corner. D & I met an astrologer who, upon hearing that D was a Gemini, started engaging me on “how Geminis are” – a conversation I’m pretty familiar with, thanks. Anyway, she was drunk and kept touching D’s legs and saying how handsome he was. If she wasn’t 55, we were going to have to have words! I really liked Mer’s place though (she also lives in the Pedernales) – it’s fitted complete with paper mache walls, tapestries hanging from the ceilings, a stage and a trapeze bar. I told D that if I were to go ahead and buy at Este, I would *so* want to decorate my place like hers. Only with a record player.
Daniel made me a full English breakfast this morning – soooooooo good. We listened to the Best of Public radio and snuggled on the couch until it was time for him to head into the office and me to go to church. (The church of friends, champagne and laughter is a hallowed hall, indeed.) I met Sadie at Taverna for too many mimosas and a much needed catch up about life, life at the Chronicle, and life in love. I’m so happy for the good things that are happening to her. It’s always better than good to hear good things happening to the people who deserve them the most.
I went to walk back to D’s place, but decided to stop in Mexi-Arte to see if Jaclyn was working. She was an ex-Chron classifieds girl, part hispanic, part Apache (like moi – minus my Lebanese, of course) and she was all flu-y and full of runny nose, but it was really good to catch up. I loved walking in on her, totally to her complete surprise, and seeing the look of confusion turn to recollection, followed by squealing and hugging. We chatted for awhile and she showed me the latest exhibit and we gossiped about love and work.
When I finally went to walk back to D’s, the weather had gotten colder so I flagged down a cab. The Best Taxi Ride Ever. The man drove really slow and asked me if I knew the secret to a lasting relationship. I gave him my learned interpretation, he gave me his and told me a story about the Brave Dancing Hippopotamus. Seriously – it was the best ride home money could pay for.
Now, I’m waiting for my love to get back. We’re heading to the Alamo for a night of movies, munchies and making out. Mmmm mmmmm! The best of the M’s, indeed.