I had a great Christmas “vacation.”
My parents and I barely fought. We visited my extended family. I learned how to play Cross Cribb, and my Uncle and I killed the competition. I played designated driver for Dad, listened to fascinating stories from the “old” days, got violently ill after Boxing Day partying, gained 2 lbs, caught up with some old friends, had a few epiphanies and scored some sweet swag.
I was enjoying myself so much I considered staying in the bay for New Years. But I already had my tickets bought, and honestly, listening to midnight gunshots going off wasn’t particularly appealing.
So I celebrated with my friends, in style. We had so much fun at my place we barely wanted to leave for the bar. I passed around the book that had showed up in my mailbox earlier, the one I’m published in, and nearly died with all the glowing praise.
The next morning, TOR and I played hostesses to an epic turkey dinner feast to bring in the New Year. We wore crowns, sipped wine and sat at the kitchen table for over 5 hours with some friends. It was the most amazing New Years experience I’ve ever had, the simple joy of soaking up the company of some of the greatest people in the world.
I’m overdosing on love here, people. I can’t stop the sap. Between the hugs and mushy Christmas cards and presents in the form of bottles of wine, I am completely, utterly, 100% happy and content. I have never felt so much love in my life.
Damn you, guys. It’s gonna be difficult to leave.
Bring on 2011!