Monday Thoughts
My word trough is barren, so this will be short.The good thing about plowing about 30 hours of work into one weekend is that Monday feels like a Friday. I woke up this morning with a giddy "knowing" that I had only two days of work left before I could truly relax. It's the same feeling I get when waking up on Friday morning, ...abdication soon.
To give you an idea of how much I am looking forward to Thanksgiving this year, ...I actually have random icicles of cheeriness shooting through my body. I think of introducing my new wife to the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade, and I feel them. I think of holding my new daughter before the long buffet of my family's Thanksgiving dinner, watching her eyes and ears and nose try to take in all the new senses, and I feel it.
I think of football in the afternoon, an early nap, a movie and a glass of wine at night, the "day after" shopping nightmare, and I feel it.
Yes, I go shopping on Turkey day v2.0. I don't plan on getting any shopping done. I just do it because even though I hate the hassle and the rush and the stupid, fat ladies who take it all too seriously, it's part of the whole Christmas in America thing that I like. So, yes, I like what I hate sometimes. We all do.
Most people hate getting drunk, but sometimes you gotta do it. Later in life you will look fondly on it, laugh about it, remember it.
For example, who can forget the time I drank 13 whiskey-sours (doubles), a Tanguaray and tonic, and a Sprecher Amber at Metropolis? I passed out on my drummer's parent's toilet at 5am and had to be driven home by Atagi.
Then, I was awaken at 9am by the girlfriend I was avoiding, and bitterly told her off and broke up with her. I actually interrupted one of her innocent sentences to do it. She's a huge success now, living in Portland, married, traveling the world, living on her art.
Anyway, I've long since given up having a point.
Bottom line, ...still stressed out, a bit miserable, but very very excited about the coming holidays.
My daughter's first Christmas! How can an admitted Christmas nerd like me not be excited?
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