I warn ya, this one is all over the place, folks!
TD was in charge of the holiday cards this year. And, he did an awesome job that left little doubt about who designed it. TD may have abandoned his former heterosexual life partner, Albert Pujols; but, the dude still loves him some Cardinals. And yes, I’m pretty sure he actually purchased the image. Right TD? Right?
Opting for the popular flat card version, TD even ventured into the holiday letter genre. Hell really has frozen over.
I motion that TD is in charge of holiday cards going forward. All in favor?
When all members of your immediate family live out-of-state, the holidays are generally all-or-nothing. And, because we were lucky enough to spend time with both families in the last six months, this was a “nothing” year. Which means we were left to our own devices. Said devices resulted in the following.
Device #1: Super tacky ghetto tree
Sometimes, good intentions go horribly, wrong. See, doing a Christmas tree in our house always presents a challenge. We have one of those typical South Bay/Beach Cities “tall and skinny” townhouses. So, while the tree would look best in the dining/sitting room on the first floor, we spend the vast majority of our “down-time” in the third floor loft (where there isn’t room for a tree). The last couple of years I bought and subsequently killed (not on purpose) rosemary bushes meant to serve as tree proxies. Since I’m definitely anti-herb violence, this year, I bought what I thought would be a really cool spirally-copper-tree deal.
For years I’ve been collecting hand-glown glass ball ornaments from an artist who sells (his? her?) work at a little gallery in Bozeman Montana called Altitude. Some were given as gifts and others TD and I collected on our trips to Montana. When it became clear that I’d probably never have enough balls to decorate a whole tree, I took a class in glass blowing and made some of my own (mine aren’t even in the same league…in fact, they aren’t even playing the same sport as the professionally made ones…mine aren’t even really round). In addition to giving TD hours of comedic material about his wife, balls, and blowing, the results also help fill-out the collection. Anyhow, on their own, the glass balls displayed on the copper spiral looked really nice. But then, I added lights. And of course, Penelope, the peacock tree topper had to be added along with a scarf I picked up in Lijiang China as the tree skirt. The result: Liberace called and wants his Christmas tree back. TD and I even made up a song for it.
Device #2: A shot for Santa
We’re just those kind of people. And, well, we may or may not have been drinking martinis on Christmas Eve. Obviously Santa needed it because all we found Christmas morning is what you see in the photo.
Device #3: Ceremonial Holiday PJs
Yes, I mean ceremonial. Not traditional. To be worn only on Christmas morning as part of the hallowed act of opening gifts.
Device #4: Christmas Donuts
Ceremonial PJs and a tacky tree create optimal conditions for a Christmas donut or two.
Device #5: Sherlock Holmes
Not pictured here, but, despite what the critics are saying, TD and I agree that the second one was a particularly enjoyable mid-Christmas afternoon break. Of course, Jude Law and Robert Downey Jr. could be in a remake of Gigli and I’d enjoy it. What?
Device #6: A Christmas Story inspired dinner
Here is the short of it. We had dinner reservations at a fairly decent seafood/chop house. We waited very patiently for 20 minutes after being seated with nary a drink order, while wait staff, bussers and probably a manager or two walked by the table several times. Neither one of us were really in the mood to deal with it, so we walked.
Turning up on our street we noticed that a certain Mexican restaurant of dubious distinction happened to be open. Now, we’ve lived in our neighborhood for five years, have eaten there twice. Our conclusion was that it’s got to be a front for some sort of illegal activity because it’s always packed but the food is crap. However, very recently not one (hi JP!) but two people explained that you don’t really go there to eat. You go there for the margaritas…sort of like El Coyote on Beverly. We interpreted the confluence of this new information with the fact that it was actually abierto on Christmas night and enjoyed a fantastic (well, at least it was fantastic after a couple of drinks) meal with an awesome waiter.
While this isn’t what Christmas looks like for us every year, all in all, not too shabby.
Oh…and what did I get you for the holidays you ask? I updated the INDEX!
And, a hint for next week. Happy New Year!!!