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merry merry

My last day as a twentysomething is coming to a close. It was a pretty fine day: walking in the rain with the dogs I’m sitting, wrapping up presents for all my December birthday friends whose birthdays I somehow mentally clumped with mine as “just before the new year,” a Sunday paper, a lot of loud singing along to Christmas music, and an anonymous cake in my mailbox with a handful of letters. Oh How I Love Mail. I’ve been collecting mine unopened for the past two weeks so that I can open it tomorrow, along with a bottle of champagne that Nik left me for cat feeding.

Tonight Nopporn and I are heading out for Lebanese food, followed by a jam at an Irish pub. A multicultural, food-and-drink-filled Christmas eve. Tomorrow after some fun unwrapping and champagne drinking I think I’ll find myself some Chinese food and a movie, as we Jews are prone to do, and then Nizar and I are going to drive around looking for good lights. I can’t believe how much fun I’m having this holiday season. It’s not what I expected. I’m so… relieved. I could just break into song. Maybe something about snow, or reindeer.

Happy holidays all.

posted by tortaluga @ 6:48 PM